80 Degrees

The sun grazes my neck

I want to go inside

The heat of the outside world presses in like a piston

Rays gunning down and burning skin

I sure hope I don’t get melanoma

Beneath the skin, cells hide from radioactivity

Cells twisting in agony

Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

That’s what every biology teacher will tell

The story of the sun burning cells