summer time
I vividly remember from being a child
the front door wide open, I felt the heat of concrete
strike my tiny feet and the cracks where fire ants gushed out like a nasty wound only to attack my soft flesh
I remember the feeling of the sun, so bright, so radiant.
How it would make my skin glow and burn
I remember my body draped in warm air
and how my skin was wrapped with gusts of gentle winds
with flowers blooming through my veins
summer time
I only live to remember those memories
that meant the most to me
because now,
the sun does not touch my skin.
I do not get a glimpse of the bright beauty
I am draped in my covers and sheets
my skin is wrapped in thick black
and weeds are growing through my veins
because now,
every season feels so dull, so bland
summer is no longer summer
summer is what I've turned summer into
every season is numb and emptiness
summer is no longer warm enough to thaw my heart
winter, spring, summer, fall.
they are no longer seasons but words,
to claim what one is feeling
Emptiness is my summer
my winter
my spring
and my
fall.