TULA
A Slave to Daylight
Ni Junkie

when the sun falls,
it sets me
away from your voice.

reluctantly,
i bend to the will of heaven.
sunlight scorches my skin
but while i beg for it to last,
(to burn me to last)
it settles back,
tendrils curling like
a kitty's paw.

still

i find comfort in dreams
of the wind in your hair and eyes,
moving.

only, you don't welcome the sun
so i sit by myself, by silence that yawns.

regardless,
the sun rises.
again,
the sun falls.

Tell me

who am i
to tear the sun out of its sky
and keep it inside my chest?

speak to me
and let me swallow

sunlight.

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Junkie, 15, is nearsighted, and horribly annoyed with the oblivious object of her hidden affections

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