red hot sun

the sun’s temperature exceeded the absoluteness of herself every day this week had been one hundred and six or higher I saw the sun now as oranges and reds, no longer innocent yellow What is she doing to us? I wondered, will we perish? Will it be our own fault? Because of what we have done to the ozone layers? Too sticky and humid to think, the worst uncomfortably hot. Her orange eyes bored through the guilt of my soul. I was not innocent in this.