May 20
The sun is rising and my mind is hiding, bring the cold inside and calm the flames before they consume me.
Blistered skin, swollen rashes,
sunburn stings like a thousand lashes.
The possibilities of me turning into ashes, is upon the breath of morning.
Šī¸ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
Blistered skin, swollen rashes,
sunburn stings like a thousand lashes.
The possibilities of me turning into ashes, is upon the breath of morning.
Šī¸ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
My fear designed this poem. I have a rare allergy to light and the summer is getting hot and bright, so my fear of burning and blistering is on my mind. I hope you like my poetic design.
