As daylight approaches the heat begins to rise.
The sun wakes you.
Beads of sweat form a necklace on every part of your body.
Clothes become soaked, tossed aside.
Somehow you have also been heated internally.
The in/out combination becomes unbearable.
Yet, you lay.
This sauna steamless yet suffocating, sheets awry.
Body a slug.
Sips of water mean little but slight relief.
What time is it now?
What time do you think?
Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Fabula Argentea, The Gray Sisters (among other publications). https://storiesyoumightlike.wordpress.com/. You may or may not find something you like there. Twitter.com/storiesyoumight His third mini collection of 3x3 poems is available now: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07VDH6XG5
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