At Least It Was Dry

At least it was dry. 
At least you could peel off the heat like a second skin
and heal yourself in blurry, blue waters. 

But the humidity clings. 

It clings like a parasite and oozes like an infection.
Humidity holds its hot breath and never comes up for air. 
 

Geri

MD

17 years old

More by Geri

  • Battle Cries

    One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

    lit up by fluorescent lights 

    She saunters toward the building 

    holding another girl’s hand

  • Surrender

    The screen stares back at me: 

    9:30 pm, 

    an unfinished assignment, 

    a deadline due. 

    My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.