Shadows of seagulls
soaring overhead
offer no respite
from the glaring sun above.
You could fry an egg
on the asphalt by mid-morning.
Despite reapplying,
by 1 o’clock
I’m scarlet like
perfectly cooked lobster —
If only someone
would crack me open.
But molting will take time
I wear my sun-dried shell
because I have no choice
but to be myself.
Today I glow,
but not with health.
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Wow, stunning!
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Thanks, Lucy! It helps to write from experience 😅🦞
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