She Burns

She felt the sun pricking on her arms. The stale air pressed against her lips already cracking against the heat. She groped for the glass of water next to her, tilted it towards her face and felt the water warm in her mouth. The more she poured into herself, the more she expelled. Wedged a hand into the small of her back. It bathed in the sweat collected in the shallow hollow of her skin. She pushed it down her legs, water fighting oil; water fighting heat. Splaying her hands she stretched the skin already shrinking against her bones under the heavy rays.