[Calann]: 135.Poetry.Sunburn

Crimson gold glow of the sky
painted inside my eyelids
even as I escape the world
with a weary sigh on my lips

Today my skin
is tender after the lick of flames
and my smile
strained false pained

Your voice
is like the most beautiful music
in a way that can't be understood

giving me life and robbing me of it

And if you don't know
what you do to me
and if my voice does not make your heart beat
I still wish to listen

Sun has died again today
but my burned skin will not heal
before it beats down on me again
in all its terrifying cruel glory