There was no way she was going
to sleep, not in this heat taking
wallpaper right off in a slow-motion
crawl down the walls of her bedroom.
Even naked in front of the fan
didn't help. Still sticky and damp.
Sultry would have been the word
for it if she wasn't sweating there alone.
No, sultry was a word that
needed to be shared. Definitely
a word to savored by two.
It was just her and the heat
that could melt glass into a twisted
carnival mirror distorted and
misformed like her heat wave heart.
Mistaking a reflection for reality
and dreaming, dreaming of water's relief.
@ellowrites @ellopoetry @apoem_4u
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