Your bright neon yellow beckons me, Like the lights of Vegas, inviting gamblers. Just as toxic, you might be. For my wallet, and my health. I’m living on a volunteer’s salary! But even with little funds, I indulge in thee. Inca Kola, why are you so damn addicting?
Rain A metal sheet roof A steady stream of water Sounds like rain, dancing Wind Tiny grains of dirt Swirling round and round above Strong, the desert wind Fire The smell is pungent An ugly sight, aroma It’s trash burning day
I turn the nob and wait a few Hoping for hot water spew Mental preparation Exasperation I know the water is cold Freezing, chilly, bold It would never be hot So I give it all I’ve got I stick in my right arm Pretend it’s warm I feel a big chill I really hope I … More Cold Shower
Brittany McGee 