My skin
Crawls
Crunching and cracking
My fingers relieve
The reoccurring itch I cant
Scratch
My hair is picked
And pulled in
Frustration
All I can hear
Is the humming
Of my own
Paranoia
Getting louder and Louder
like Cicadas in the
Trees
where the warm breeze
blows past
Sending a sweat
Down my
Spine and
Droplets pouring
Down my
pretty Face
The heat is
Hilarious
So many
complain about
The crazy hot Days
downing us in
Presperation
But this Is the
First thing
I have
Felt
in weeks.