Big Head

Dessicated, rather than dazzled. We are almost
Anaesthetised by the unrelenting sun,
Zigzagging through the blinds, with the
Zeal of a missile, its burn
Licking the air and hissing in our heads.
Indifferent to our moans and pleads,
‘No doubt,’ it boasts, ’if I left you would soon
Grizzle until my enigmatic return.’

Linking this to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: The word this week is ‘Dazzling’ – and the word count is 53 words.(https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/08/13/weekend-writing-prompt-272-dazzling/).