Heat
Smothering heat -
desert sand and sky.
Beckoning of deceit -
as breath quickens, rage dies.
Screams are whimpers of
scorched soul's defeat.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Nette Onclaud's Poem of Compression Contest,
10/1/13
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
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