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my skin crawls as the sun begins to burn

dawn has not been well for me these days

I stand between dusk and dawn as I crumple like paper on thin ice

mercy is for the weak yet I struggle to stay afloat

above water, above ground – just below the setting sun

for weeks, I have not seen the sun for weeks

the warmth has left me

coldness has wrapped its slimy arms around me

I breathe the bubbly air and choke back ash

so I am chained to this desolate place, wherever this is

as daylight goes on I feel the thunder within me

I burn from the inside, out

I am not myself, my soul has left me, I am numb

I am none