Morning

I haven’t been to the beach in months. I miss the water. The glass.

But I’ve loved the winter months. I am an oddity, I suppose. I can’t imagine life without winter.

But I do know mornings like this.

 

Morning

 

By CF

 

The sun is a bully

shaming me out of sleep.

Mirror ball stars

all gobbled up now.

 

Light punches me in the eyes.

Left hooks me in the lips.

It will not leave me alone.

Stalking me,

at every window -

it sears

like the tip

of a madman’s

cigarette.

 

I flinch.

 

The dust

that you leave

behind, ignites

like

the moths

that form crowds

around torches.

 

Damn you

sun.

 

Relentless brightness.

 

Always showing up

on time.

 

 



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