Burned Skin

Long, these desert days.

Old Sun’s blinding rays,

Cast this shadow-play.


An incantation!


It all seems so real.

My hands reach to feel,

Burned skin as it peels.

There’s no desert here.

I’m just weak. Old Fear.

I burned myself, dear.

Old Sun blazing high,

My own baleful eye,

New, pink skin to fry.

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