9/27/2018 0 Comments
The Sun's Conspiracy
How much can the body take before the shivers shut it down?
The body moves like a crushed snail.
Where is the blazing fire ball from space? Where hast thou gone?
There’s no escaping the powerful tune of
59. 58, 57…
As the countdown to shutdown screams bloody murder in its intestines.
Where is the blazing fire to kill the frozen bumps biting pure flesh?
40, 39, 38.
Internal organs turn to ice cubes, turn to glaciers.
The fire in the sky glances at the body, then hides
Behind the sad puffs in the sky.
The body is beyond healing, the body is dying an internal freezing death!
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Poof the body disappears like a speck of dust caught in the cold stabbing wind.
Only the phalanges of the right hand, clutching a red lead pencil remain.
Why am I, it, they, shunned by the beauty of sunlight, for it runs and hides
Like we’re playing a game of hide and seek.
Does the sun think me a friend? Or foe?
Foe I believe, because it let the body die.
Oh yes the sun kills with a stab of ice, and a clogging of heat.
Beware of the white blaze, it will put you to shame, put you in a grave
With the others.
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