I decided to write a sijo to save time. I didn't follow today's prompt or any prompt, but took inspiration from a past notebook. As I flipped through it, I found a few lines that had some heat in them, and I suppose that's where the heat came in!
Never Quite Cured
Pills hold you like a mother, caress your cheek and brow.
They ignite dust to fire, tornado into a throat of heat.
Pills are the iron bars bolted onto your window glimpsing Spring.
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