Summer Days

The sun torched my skins,

Warming my cold soul 

As I soak in the pool.

Red droplets begin to discolor the water.

I glare at your paling body.

The blood is slowing draining from you,

Causing the pollution in the pool.

I let out a sigh, 

I need to clean up this mess.

God, I knew I should’ve fed you to the farmer’s pigs.

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