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Heatwaved

I love my sunburnt country

By Brenton FPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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for some reason a towel

between my sweaty thighs

didn't seem as heavy

as the previous sheet was

not as confining

it's absorbent qualities

providing me a modicum

of temporary relief

but what do i know

i'm just an insomniac

as i fight this heat

i might be a hypochondriac

having problems with swollen feet

the fan was blowing as it does

that warm air

wasn’t going to move

of its own accord

but it was soft

and cooling to the skin

but the noise

it too

played it’s part

keeping me awake

i lay there

in my own fresh filth

and slowly began to bake

i'm just an insomniac

i didn't know

and i wish it wasn't so

i don't think i'm awake now

so much i just don't know

the window was open

to its fullest extent

but the breeze made

the curtains ruffle so

the light came in

intermittently

flickering

fleeting

laughing at me

and my screwed up eyelids

like an epileptic strobe light

but what did i know

i was just an insomniac

sleep wasn’t an option

not for me this night

and so i just lay there

supine in my bed

and got six and half hours

of heated anxiety instead!



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About the Creator

Brenton F

It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa

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