The heat had hands.
It pressed at the walls,
the air,
the body.
By evening,
I felt less like a person
than something weathered through.
My clothes were wet.
I felt *****
beaten down—
not by a person,
but by heat,
unrelenting
in its temperature.
One air conditioner broken,
the other fighting
to survive.
My cat looking for shade
when there was none.
Waking today
to cooler weather,
a welcome reprieve
but spirit and body
still weary.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:45 AM UTC
The heat had hands.
It pressed at the walls,
the air,
the body.
By evening,
I felt less like a person
than something weathered through.
My clothes were wet.
I felt *****
beaten down—
not by a person,
but by heat,
unrelenting
in its temperature.
One air conditioner broken,
the other fighting
to survive.
My cat looking for shade
when there was none.
Waking today
to cooler weather,
a welcome reprieve
but spirit and body
still weary.
