The Heat

The heat seeps into every poresweat
every crevice
taking over
then it screams
a blood curdling scream
the scream of a train
hurtling down a hill
where the tracks disappear
leaving not a shiver behind
taking what once was
vibrant
excited
cool
and leaving
agony
misery
hot
you would give your soul
for an open refrigerator
or at least consider it
until the first drip off ice
gave you away
and you ran
naked in your thinking
faster than the heat
until at last
you know

The Heat

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