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usagi Socially awkward swamp witch.
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I grew up in South East Florida, about an hour north of Miami. This is a poem describing what summer was like growing up for me.

Summer

Summer - a season painted gold and evergreen in my Florida memory is

cicadas screaming somewhere in the distance

while a single drop of sweat

slews down my nape like a single rider down the steepest water slide.

the heat ripples through the atmosphere linear puddle mirages splashed across the frying pan called pavement

Reptilian swamp cats basking in the oven hardened to the heat

laugh at silent jokes

laugh at silent jokes only those with scales can hear,

laugh at silent jokes only those with scales can hear. Serrated smiles wait for their next meal.

Pruned fingers and corroded hair lime green at the ends beautiful blonde tresses tainted by too many hours of chlorine.

Salted lips and sun kissed hips immersed in sand

Salted lips and sun kissed hips immersed in sand always digging deeper searching for the water just beneath the surface

Salted lips and sun kissed hips immersed in sand always digging deeper searching for the water just beneath the surface but far enough to be a challenge.

Waves slashing at the seashore

Waves slashing at the seashore paradise transformed as hell approaches, a tempest slowly ravaging my home,

Lucifer is knocking at my door

the train to his domain is howling behind him a cacophonous reminder of time ill spent harassing those already doomed to be damned.

Aftermath, at first -

Aftermath, at first - abysmal

Aftermath, at first - abysmal but quickly transcends normalcy with brightly sprinkled night skies clear from human trespass

Aftermath, at first - abysmal but quickly transcends normalcy with brightly sprinkled night skies clear from human trespass back slapped against the concrete tracing every constellation

Eventually drifting off to sleep inside with sweat pooling in my creases

Eventually drifting off to sleep inside with sweat pooling in my creases the sweet musk of cool cucumber and perspiration brings me dreams

of sunlight baths amongst the Everglades.

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