The “Great” Outdoors

Blazing sun and heat,
Musty air and the muggy nights.
Wondering when the weather will change
In hopes of finding comfort outdoors.

Every move is a problem,
Snakes slithering down pant legs.
Sweating profusely with no water,
Hands sticky like sulking honey.
Blazing heat makes everything worse,
Head frying with eggs and bacon;
Eyes stinging with bee stings and wasps,
Body simmering in a microwave.

Dancing in the Devil’s kitchen,
Wallowing in boiling water,
Prancing around the depths of the ocean,
Feeling like suffocating frequently.
The shadows mimic the pain,
Flailing hands without a care,
Cool does not exist,
Even in the opposite plane.

Hoping to get home
Ready to feel the cold.
I hate the outdoors,
Providing comfort no more.

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About Grim Meteor

Hello. I write, stream, read, dream, and uh, do other stuff. Thanks for stopping by.
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