syira-amin

Hairs that stuck out
underneath blankets
were her solace- 
She perspired

underneath harsh sunlight
that Dawned through
half shut curtains
of a stranger’s bedroom.

Her skin glittered as 
each speck of light caught
the tails off each droplet 
running down her jugular-

They tasted just the same
as the rhinestone grains
trailing her face-
Each made a solitaire

fit into the tightest 
clasp of dirtied hands
that wiped her clean
of her significance-

The calamity that
made sure her Dog Days
were never meant to be
spent out in the Sun