A Midday’s Sun at Midnight

Warm and stale
    The air clings to my skin as I sit and reminisce upon a lifetime overshadowed by resistance.

Crowned in curses
    Scribed by twisted tongues and bedraped with fragmented vows; I breathe away my life on nights like this.

        On nights when plants hold their breath except for the ones seeded in history

Their vines tangled throughout time
        Their foliage listening intently

                              Shallow breaths…
                              Shallow breaths…

Beads of sweat drip down my neck.

I can’t sit
  I can’t stand
      I can’t pace impatiently
    I can’t breathe
  I can’t…. do… anything

What use is history if it just repeats consistently?

Eighty three degree midnight heat and humidity with no AC; I’m reliving my life out on the streets.

Stripping away layers like a candle in a breeze
    Mosquitoes show their teeth

    and I… I can’t breathe

Too weak to fend them off
  My chest palpitates to the poisonous inoculations in my heart

Wheezing… heaving… itching… scratching

Can’t breathe
    I’m so dizzy

I can’t think

S..tag.g..er.ing… in search of a mirage lodged in my past

                            Wait!  Wait, I know this road.

Though veiled in shade… a midsummer’s sun


                                    Oh G-D no… not again….


By:  Jaye Eryk
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