THE COLD SWEATS
The cold sweats
of summer
not knowing what to do
watching the leaky pool
void of
laughter
and small feet
leaving melting
tracks
with no direction
ghost like giggles
float among
coloured bubbles
caught high
in the invisible wind
vanish
with the heat
until night grabs you
holds you close
and devours
the liquid
transforming life
into cold sweats.
-CSCHWEIZER
26 JUNE 2012
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