What did YOU do in your summervacation?

[Sepia]

How was YOUR summer vacation? What did you do this summer and what did you think of it? Did you go to an island with your family or were you working this summer at the local mall? What did you think during the summer? Did you read any books or watched any movies? Describe your summer using any forms of communication!

Death warmed us that summer. It was chilly and cold at first, it was filled with uncertainty, doubt cast shadows from the docks and into our minds and it took a while but death got there, each and everyone of us filled with this heavy fear, not knowing what to anticipate but like the first wind of autumn, we knew it when we felt it

it was a different summer
we couldn't speak of it in terms of good nor bad because we were living in it and it was a summer where we destroyed more than we created and it felt odd walking around in it, this summer, it was a strange one and we who were in it would not understand it untill years had passed, we'd gained what we wanted to gain and lost what we wanted to

our dreams fell like colossus infront of the archipelago, our dreams were silent and dry, not dry like grass or jellyfish in the sun but dry like old mens hands, rasping with mental exhaustion
It was supposed to be the most beautiful of summers and it was supposed to be the most horrible of summers and we knew when we embraced, peeled it open like a ripe orange picked with hands still called nigger by their master before the fruits of our life were shipped across the ocean, to the origins of the master
To the heart of the empire that never ended and twixt the heart and the soul, we sat

We thought we were feeling and we thought we were living life like it should, like it was on the ads, our version, a singleserving life with action, speed, hot women, snakes and lesbian sex and our cigars were no longer rolled between virgin thighs but our caffeine drinks were rolled between virgin tits

We sat numb in limbo as we watched the world, discussed it sometimes when we'd had enough to drink, our minds garbling words out at the audience with a sleight on the head like hawking, jumbled words lisped through pussylips drenched in the cheapest of booze and there they'd sit, summergirl or summerboy, just as passed out but with parched lips
We sat by the fire and let Death warm us. The flames were cold and the summer smelled like musk and guano instead of chanel and lime and we buried our hearts here, in the flesh of mistress summer and she was different this year

Her garments were orange, white and khaki and she flew through the air because the air was her domain, the air belonged to her and her golden hair which curled when it hit the ground as she descended like an angel on sammaels side before the fall cursed as she was with deep furrows of knowledge

We were waiting for the fall, for the change that had hit us in the head in late spring and would only catch up to us a few months from now and the beauty of this summer is that it ended quickly, not mercilessly like an axe through your head but quickly like the seconds in the lobby of the dentist

We were maturing we realized, it was one of those summers when you learn something about life you'd rather learn in the fall so you could brace yourself for the winter with newfound knowledge and like love and hate it was dulling us, making us loose our sheen

For we realized, death was change, nothing more and it was one of those summers where we wanted to sit around the fire, feel its warmth, hold a hand like a perfect champagne glass over a perfect champagne tit and smoke joints and drink vino shitto as the sun rose up and the world smelled like lime and vanilla and chanel no 5 and the sea and the shit from the seagulls and seaweed and selfdead fish washing ashore and we never went to these shores that summer
       for these shores were known to us too good, we'd basked in their glory and it was time to move on




This was a poem about my summer. Describe in any way you want your holiday, accuracy isn't needed if it's a good story.

Come on!

[LMNO]

"Death warmed us that summer."

Holy fucking shit.



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