The Backyard
-It breathes.
I feel blades of grass in betweeen my toes, the morning dew evaporating into the air that never seems to be there.
The wind slowly blows my hair from side to side.
It whispers into my ears haunting lullabies that fade away with every gust.
I lay on my back and look up at Mother Earth's newest painting, splashed with vivid blues and creamy whites.
I hear the ground under me, and it slowly breathes:
In and out,
In,
Out,
In,
Out.
I close my eyes as the Earth and my backyard slowly sing their enchanting melodies.
Heat
Heat.
Startling heat.
Warm, suffocating heat.
It surrounds me: heat.
That type of dry heat.
I'm being trapped by the heat.
It's like I'm drowning, but in heat.
I'm surviving, but you can't fight the heat.
Rapidly, it covers me in a blanket of heat.
Slowly, my life is flashing before my eyes, heat.
Can you feel it encompass you, taking you in heat?
You can't deny it, it is there, the heat.
A wrestling match between you and heat.
Gently fading, heart is racing, heat.
Get away from the heat!
I must surrender heat.
You win, heat.
Winner...heat.
Heat.
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