Sound of Heat
it was the sound of heat
the clap of his hand
against her face
down she goes again
it was the smell of heat
smell of bleach
something in the air
warned of coming heat
fit was the feel of heat
hot, heavy heat
dragging her down
again and once again
it was the taste of heat
taste of blood
in her mouth, again
bruises to cover up
it was the sound of heat
cicadas in the dessert
that's the sound of heat
that she never heard
it was the sound of heat
here it comes again
cover your face
let it happen
doesn't last long
let him get it out
whatever demon is
inside of him
it was the sound of
motherfucking heat
Jenny Olson 4/7/2024
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