Friday, August 30, 2013

Sun, where can I hide from you.
You stared me down today and had no mercy
I cringed and wished to hide myself within myself
wished to bury myself in a tomb of my own hair
You stared me down and in one look you told me
everything about myself
The perfect crystal ball you showed me with clarity
diamond sharp And I cringed and cried inside my
head a hammer nailing all the words I before could not
piercing this pink, finalizing the photo, a photo finish.
A new picture developed.