Blinding Flash

A thick charcoal welcomed my crisp cold feet,
As I stepped cautiously.
My eyes stung by the blinding flash of white,
That burns my poor glasses.
I puffed, and fanned, repeat eternally
Easing the steamy gust.
Drought throat, screaming for iced pail of water.
But I as just a man unpowerful,
Frowned in extreme dismay.
I must crack one egg on a stirring pan,
Place it under the sun,
And shall have my smokey sunny side up.


I can’t put up with the heat any longer. I can’t.


Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

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