Summer spits fire pellets as she walks down the cement
Hitting the ashy heels of every person passing by.
She slaps them across the cheek,
leaving a streaming hand printed along the jawline.
Aug 18, 2017
That Girl Is On Fire
About This Poem
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Comments
very modern
very physical scene, very interesting personification of a quite angry summer, a sun punishing us, slapping us and leaving a mark on jawbones, each of us.
We'll see today if the moon can tame this girl tomorrow as she gets upstaged by a eclipse!
girls are always
match sticks
like the hot sun
they burn
and
petrichor only cools em
who!
men!
lovely fire
wish i could also
fulfill my desire