Two suns rose today
on the palm of my hands
and made it difficult
to grasp too tightly.
The rays turned to embers
the embers, to ash
and whispered across
my mind.
In moments of fury,
the flicker within
enrages my skin
floods my brain.
But the soon to come trickle
the place always settled
waits for the return
of the sun.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
Two suns rose today
on the palm of my hands
and made it difficult
to grasp too tightly.
The rays turned to embers
the embers, to ash
and whispered across
my mind.
In moments of fury,
the flicker within
enrages my skin
floods my brain.
But the soon to come trickle
the place always settled
waits for the return
of the sun.
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