Hardline

June has raised her fiery head! Consistent and grating schemes commence to appear from her adamant attitude. Searing flames are felt against my touchy coddled skin, the arrogant sun smolders me in misery; my face is slapped with only random drops of rain to insult me, intense, humid days scald like hot milk while the breaths of pleasure are choked back, liquefied bodily salt seeps into my eyes, acrid and extreme, mirages aggressively taunt my vision like a cat and mouse game. Necessary thoughts begin to erect for cool flooding waters to sweep over me, or chilly gusts of speed to hurriedly hug me. I crave the flip side of June's overbearing wrath.