VOICES
POETRY
, It’s Just
Human Nature Erek Ortiz I remember the field of grays which fell victim to the fiery rays, and the seawater that seeped from my pores. Streaks of red spread across my tanned back like a crab crawling across the sand. A cloudless sky made way for the sun to burn my unshaded eyes. I clenched my desert-dry throat and prayed for winter to draw near… Now, those same fields, lie coated in piles of frigid white where once-bountiful flowers grew. Now only chrysanthemums remain, strangled by the icy grip of the building snow. I glance at the glasslike sky, calling for the sun to return.
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