Nature left its
window open today, allowing the cold of the air to trap my lungs. A cold, damp
sweat pervades any lingering thought the summers heat was here to stay. The
door to Fall now flung wide open, as my flesh takes notice of the intrusion. My
feet soaked, as the fragrance of the rain hangs at the tip of my nostril. Cliff
hanging, tormented beads of sweat cling on the outset of every one of my pores.
Hurdling over a
puddle, as my breasts keep pace with every step of my footing. Feeling the
roundness of the beads escaping down the curvature of my body, my sneakers take
up the drowning. Sneakers take up the soaking from my flesh...as my shins are splattered
with speckled fragments of mud from each puddle. Sentinel, solitary , simplified , once again, I grieve for the summertime!
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