The relentless sun beats down on me as
a shadow in your shape accompanies mine.
I would try to outrun it, but
it has melted onto my spine.

My body is colored the same as rotting fruit;
hues of browns, purples, and blues.
I am stained by these visual reminders of you.

To what degree can I withstand the heat of your anger?

Featured art: “Saguaros” by Erin Hanson.