There,

a run-down

sun,
I reach-out

to touch

it
with just

a brief stare.
Shut

my eyelids,

and it’s painted

here
in my warm

darkness,

bare,
flickering away,

for me

only.
My face

covered

in sheets
of fields
and

the run-down

sun,
I can feel

it
piercing

my bones.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Ava-Rebekah RAHMAN