summer

the sun twists
open the cap, rain
fizzes, streaming
between blades of
grass, steaming
in the shade. i call out,
my voice falls
flat in the wet air.
sometimes i feel
bottled up, even when i’m
outdoors somewhere

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: bottle

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