Poetry Friday: Sunshine Girl

Sunshine Girl

The sunshine girl pulls tight around her shoulders
the blackest cloak, a shroud of darkness,
her body curled in the night.

Eyes open in the dark, memories rush before her.

Days flash by like shadows of a train,
black slides carving time into a series of moments.

Images flicker on a land of wasted breaths.

The sunshine girl can’t sleep alone,
so she lies in wait of one to spark a dancing flame
and frighten the darkness away.


Smile back

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