pray prey
June 12th, 2009
Sweltering heat beats upon my fragile skin. I can feel it start to cook, bake, burn. The soft pale peach turns to angry red crimson, and I am powerless.
It makes me mad, furious. My emotions churn and my insides get as hot as my skin. I thrash, pull, fight the ropes which hold me down, keep me down. The sun ignores my struggles, oblivious to the torture I undergo.
I can see the birds high above, circling, waiting. I will hold on as long as I can, deny them their prey. I scream in futile frustration. I look up into the clear sky and pray for rain.
