(chorus) by molly therese bowes

the stage is set for a
long
red
summer

the sun sings a song
in the tan lines on my chest
part of the pigment
gone missing

lava coats my back like honey
licking my spine
pooling my sweat:
the sun sings a song

bug bites blister into wounds
i fall into the creek and smash my leg
as the blood becomes a red pool in the water

the flowers look strange here
bulbous growths
crimson dripping from branches
of trees that don’t block out
the burning sun

the sun sings a song
tells me to head back

the sun sings a song
tells me don’t come here

the sun sings a song
as the lava keeps dripping on my back

the stage is set for a
long
red
summer