“the heat”

I thought, and I was burned.
It’s this kind of heat that consumes me. ↓

fiftywords:

It’s a spectral kind of heat that follows orange on yellow, like layers of a sunshine cake, look but don’t touch (there’s danger here). If we’re lucky, the rain protects us with a wall of water we can hide behind and we whistle in the dark, except it’s light out.