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537 · Apr 2014
Rough Cut
Syira Amin Apr 2014
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

— The End —