Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #38: Write a piece of micropoetry about what summer means to you. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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In Summer We Shed Layers Like Scorpions
Ice cubes on our lips,
Cold mouths
Laugh so loud
That our echoes
Make the fireflies
Flicker.
We consecrate this place
With sweat and skin,
Living like death is approaching.