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Slightly Scorched, Still Coping

Glistening with sweat
by extreme heat exhausted
I approach the window
between hell and paradise.

Angel of mercy
peers through the triple panes.
I pick up the phone handset…
she says "no need,
I hear your request"
Asking for my full name,
my date of birth,
petition validated

Angelic voice names the price.
Out from below the window
a heavenly portal opens.
Blessed cold air
caresses Sun-baked face and arms.
My debit card placed
in the silver drawer
pays my indulgence

With cherubic smile
and prayer of well wishes
My order is delivered.
The magic drawer slides out
bearing the medicine
that helps me endure
my infernal state.
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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Author's Note
If you haven't read, South East Texas is blazing hot in the Summer. At the time of this writing, 7:12 PM/19:12 GMT, it is 95f feels like 106f (35c/41c). I write about my trip to the local grocery store pharmacy, with an outside accessible dispensary window.
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