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The dying embers,
of the summer-sun,
lay, like barbecue coals,
underfoot.
It’s been one hell – of a season,
peppered;
with grief-stricken – condiments,
and, gruesome – herbs.
Parties, and, meetings,
where sapient meat,
became disturbed.
Flame flashes rashers,
shanks, loins, and, many rarer cuts.
Heart-shaped burgers;
bitten, burning, and, dripping.
Blaze-shaped feelings;
all sweating;
profusely, and, perturbed.

But, now, the cold sets in.
The rotten flesh,
is covered in flies.
Larvae absorb,
and, consume the sin.
As the lambs blood,
cools and dries.
Landfill sites fester,
– ever fuller.
Teen suicides, and, stabbings,
on the up.
The brightest futures,
growing duller,
by social media’s; poisoned;
overflowing cup.

A forgetful fable,
soon emerges;
of a summer; subjugated,
by sentimentality – so weak.

But, what lay beyond,
the sunny, grassy verges.
Is the glacial-hard-truth…

One frozen hell.

An infernal blizzard of a life;
blackly frosted;
burning, berserk, and, bleak.

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