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   Haley Stokes

The sun skimmed swirling waters

Sparkled in our eyes.
Hot and dry, the day stretched
Before us, yawned. Sweat
Rolled down rounded breasts,
We splashed the water
Until we drenched the bridge. 

We blinked and the sun
Hovered like a hummingbird
Above dripping clouds. 

We walked a sticky road
Hot, soft tar burned 
The bottoms of our feet.
The floor of hell below
The sizzling ceiling. 

I thought it was Spring, 
But the dropping flowers mocked us
Our skin melted through soaked clothes.

Tired in the afternoon,
We sought shelter and shade.
We found a scratchy sheet. 
Narrated the endless dreams
In our endless sleep and scorned
Droning interruptions. 

We think to move, 
But have nowhere to go.