Dry, scorching sand blows around
The bus stop bench frying even my covered legs
The air is bordering on too hot and dry to breathe
I hear incessant conversations around me
Though none directed at me
A man with a blank stare approaches
His massive, black coat looks painfully warm
The bus arrives
He climbs aboard ahead of me and reaches in his pocket
The fear creeps inside of me
As a shadow across the night
Creeping slowly,
Heavily
I realize what is occurring
And then I realize it is too late
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Kendall, you did a wonderful job with line breaks - I like the emphasis on "Creeping slowly, / Heavily." Also, nice sensory description in the first three lines. Your simile "The fear creeps inside of me / as a shadow across the night" is lovely. As a suggestion, maybe look at adding punctuation since you already use commas - poems don't have to follow punctuation rules, but yours would work well with it.
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