I rest my head against the fan

Sighing softly with a whine

“It’s so… hot.”

The words, simple, but barely forming

The shimmering bones beside me clatters

“It’s not hot, it’s the humidity”

The difference is lost on me

Sweat pooling beneath me

Oh to fall in the cool reflection

Never suffer this withering blast again

The world seems empty here

The sun driving all that crawls and cries to flee

All except a shadow by my door

The crow outside begs for rain

You and me both, buddy

The setting of the sun will bring no relief

The clay we built our hell on

Clinging to this cloying heat