poetry

Rapid

Into the Dying Sun

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My body flares as I walk towards your Sun,
White, gleaming, a bright light
Shone on my dark scars,
My pain hatches from its shell, escapes
In a fleeting steam of breath.

You appeared amidst the mayhem
A cold splash of hidrosis,
Your touch evaporates on my skin
As it flares in vain.

In my eyes, no emotion
Faceless, my lips
Tasteless,
I crumble at your feet,
Affection.

From my tomb, I emerge
In a glazing eruption, I crave,
Your touch, burn me, tear
My scales apart,
Riding me straight
Into the dying Sun.