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.
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