Dry Season

It’s been the dry season 

For much too long 


Everything is weathered 

And withering 

Except you. 

One would think that 

Even then, though, 

It might still take 

A minute. 


It doesn’t even take 

A second. 


A moment passes 

Not even a blink 

And flames are 

Licking their way 

up my body 

Over my thighs 

My breasts 

Smothering me and 

Stealing away every 

Last breath 

I never thought 

The day would 

Come when I 

Realized trees 

Relish that sort of 




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