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
Honeydew thighs dripping saccharine juices:
womanish girl blitzkrieged by animal chemicals.
Whispers laced with lust,
your heart beating in my lips,
we fuck in flypaper humidity,
free from society's spiderwebs.