Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #38: Write a piece of micropoetry about what summer means to you. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Childish love
In the sleeping hours when the air is flaming
and the pavement burns my bare feet
I wait in that street
twisting, clutching my heart until
maybe, you see me.
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