scared of the pain
(it's ok to be
hurt), but I reach across the sky
for the sun
and (let it burn) the white fleece
in. My hands'
bones splinter, erupt (
vanish) in violent efflorescence.
My corrupted skin unfolds
red and gold ribbons curling towards the pure
white light (serenity
found beyond the flames) where Sol kisses
warmth as I wonder why
I ever let her go