Melting (May 27, 2016)

Every year

It catches us

Unaware.

As if

It's the first time

For this

To happen.

As people rush

To strip down

Their body

Bare.

In a respectable fashion.

Seeking out

Their favour altar

To roast themselves

In various shades

Of cancerous tan.

Others

Hide-away

In the coolest

And darkest spot

Possible

Without A/C.

Their bodies

Give off

A pale bio-luminance glow

With their pasty looks.

Rest of us

Broil away

In the sweltering heat.

Praying

To whatever God/dess

For relief.

As the first heatwave

Grips the land

Without any sign

Of easing up

Any time soon.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Written, while waiting for my various medical appointments, this morning.