summer woes

in the summer,
the sun burns his brand into my skin
i bake in the heat, hunkering in the shade.

in the summer,
i fear the outside
when the earth hurts a little more,
when i wilt a little more.

in the summer
everything looks different,
the harsh light begs you to see the bright
in life.

in the summer,
everything a bit too loud,
everything a bit too warm,
everything a bit too much.

summer is my least favorite.

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