The Scarlett Locket

August brings heartache

and a desert sun

I adapted to.

Pool blue pierces my vision-

You know how the heat

waters the plants of hallucinations.

However green the cuts

and delusions proved to be,

I scaled your drywall

with dreams of a monsoon.

Thirst turned me resourceful

when I couldn’t get a droplet of communication

from you.

You can stay in the dust now,

I’ve found love

in the beaming sun.

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Still, I found a way to bloom.