Heat

The heat holds me down like bedpost bindings, not allowing me to rise

I retreat underground, hid from the sun’s eyes

I sigh, the cool air suspends me

Dante’s icy hell has never seemed so tempting

I’m four feet, hopeful for six

Ready to cool off in the dreadful river Styx

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