Young Writers Society

Soothing from the AC,
a chill flowing from the fan
Transparent yet noticeable
creeping behind a sweaty back,
-hair stands straight
goosebumps rage-
the mellow shock contaminates,
the body as a building
Set to quarantine,
incapable of breathing in
slowly fading away;
-body regenerates-
Returning to faze one,
before the reaction,
created by the wintered chill
Back to the dessert
where the only sweat
Lies deep inside
this glorious obstacle
our Gods creation