Salty by Miller Bradford

The sun was caught orange and hot in the corner of the sky

Burning skin and rubber into asphalt and melting brains that drip

strawberry ice cream pink with salty sweat

down curved noses

pooling in cupid’s bow before sliding past parched lips

into the devil’s doorway

becoming fuel for fire-breathers and flames

that only tickle the house they meant to burn

And nothing moves but simmering heat

Off the streets in slow blurred lines like ghosts straining out of floorboards

keeping them wilted

Until, like a gust of cold wind before a rainstorm

Their grandmother gathers them up home

Frantic among a world of drips

and leaks

and melts.


Published by

Jeremiah Walton

Jeremiah Walton is wary of writing a bio.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s