Shining down,
reflecting up.
I am in the middle,
sizzling on the outside, cooked to the core.
Wishing to be submerged,
floating under the surface.
Breathe, breathe,
lungs on fire.
Just stop,
don't move,
it will pass.



Words © Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter

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