Scorched Poem by Sarah Sisson
Scorched
Oh, I am parched waiting here for you in the heat;
the smothering weather over my glistening skin.
The temperature will not permit me to stay.
I will leave without you if that must be.
I wither as I waste every morsel of water...
...dripping from me.... and I thirst.
I will go.... and leave you to your heat.
This scolding day will no longer entertain me.
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