Sun-Chill
Blue skies and sunshine, merely
slim sheets
Barely shielding the
crisp
cold
killing
chill that
precisely incises thin skin.
Burning numb like
pinpricks of needles with
simmering ends that sizzle
on point.
Point by point, the body
freezes hot,
seeking solace in the shining sun o'er head.
But it only begets betrayal,
the pretty package
pains
you.
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