Summer

Sweat gathers at my pits and the 

Back of my knees. 

It dries sticky. 

Upon my brow

More sweat beads.

My skin is clammy, 

But I pant.

My room is a makeshift sauna,

Contained. 

The fan sits in front of me, 

My mouth opened like a dog. 

I am Summer's slave. 

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i think we can all relate to this . you almost lost me till the last line. it sums things up nicely and is a nice metaphor. well done.