Melanoma
Where the sun beats on dry cracking plains like an anvil. Where Winter’s frozen fingers strangle growth. Where sweaty shirts cling to mortal skin. Where humanity stands on a deserted beach, or waits in a crowded queue; that’s where we live.
Savour the moment
Hungrily consume essence
Let flavours explode
Biting Life’s experience
Expires quicker in sun
Copyright © Scott Thirtyseven | Year Posted 2016
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