Cold Sun
The sun was cold today.
Its icy rays shot right
through the cracks in my skin,
freezing the blood in my veins.
My breath caught as
the bitter wind
seared my throat and
my eyes began to tear at the
terrible bright light. And yet-
there is beauty in this cold sun. A beauty
that could take my breath
if I had any to give. A beauty
terrifying, but so seductive I fear
it will pull me into a
blissful, numbing, eternal sleep.
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