Daylight Saving Time

The veins of my eyelids a sharp toned red transforms into a blinding white my eyes swivel to peak at the sun I want the light to seep into my bones longing to instead be a plant slowly photosynthesizing It would be easier perhaps, to whisper sweet nothings to the wind rather than tightening my throat strangled by my human body the grief never quite leaving my lips Shadows cross my bedside shapes of blowing leaves tumble over as the sun turns her head west I watch the flurries of colors pass by

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