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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. |
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