My Fear

The sunlight shines outside,
It cuts through the air to my skin like a razor,
There is no wind to stir the ominous air,
Not even a cloud moves across the sky in mercy.
The asphalt burns below me.
My mother calls me inside where I gratefully go,
I nearly scream with relief from the cool air of the house.
Stepping into the kitchen I see placed on the counter a syringe,
Its needle glints at me menacingly and I quell inside.
It is the embodiment of my vice.