July

Summer

Sneaks through the window

like the lioness

who craves her prey

 

The glass burns to the touch

I pull my hand away fast

to find red swelling

where my fingers met the heat

 

Musty sun-smell sticks

to the hardwood floor

Stagnant

The air slows my breathing

 

and the light puts me to sleep  

The End

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