Heat stealing my resolve,
lethargy setting in.
Too tired to write.
Blood reaching the boiling point.
Humidity envelops my skin,
melting the marks that make me who I am.
I exist in a puddle of sweat.
Fan only blows molecules of my existence through the air.
I feel like an egg on asphalt
bubbling on the surface and fried.
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Not enough energy to install A/C.
Mercury is no match for my inner thermometer.
Cold shower water pierces my skin like jagged knives.
A welcome release.