hexed zinc
I live in neon shadows but I am the Sun’s Greatest Creation.
Hospital lighting paired with blaring whiteboard scrawl inject themselves in my eyes
Each consonant tearing the tissues of my soul like tugging petals off a daisy
The neon shadows of the room seep into my vitals
The ceiling scolds me when I meet its blank gaze
It hisses at me to focus
But my eyes are sleeping on the windowsill
It yowls and uproots my heart
And when my tears hit the desk, I run to sit with the sun
I sob into its warmth, inhibitions pulled away to reveal the truest form of myself
“ The walls say we are insufferable when we speak.”
The sun tells me I have a symphony soul
“ The shadows gave us nails to dig into our palms. “
The sun gifted me fingers to scribe my spirit with
“ The paper whispers we are disappointing. “
The sun yells I am its Greatest Creation
I cry
And with those tears the sun sows saplings in my decrepit mind
Now I sing with warmth and spit at the walls
I wear my nails like claws of light and scorch away the shadows
I shred papers with my burning fire and tell them I am worthy.
The suns fierce love has become my own
I am the Sun’s Greatest Creation.
indigo schooner