compare me to a summer's day || clouded sonnets

✧ aíma sto drómo

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The sticky summer's started to feel like
A burden on my brain, frying each nerve
In the street, a child frolics on his bike
Cycling roughly down the hot, winding curve.

With sweat sheening my back, I look away
Lying below I merge with the cool floor
With hair stuck to my neck, and thoughts astray
The heat's pinned me to the ground in dolour.

When I shut my eyes, my head blackens out
Other than pools of red, a mirrored heart,
There's nothing my mind seems to bring about
And I tear my skin from the floor apart,

And I'm mindlessly reliving a scene
I look out my window to see blood sheen.

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