Winter Sun
The sun
Hidden behind a cloud.
You can look straight into it, a blank
White eye.
After Jessica's "Winter Sun"
I told myself to look at the obvious:
the lines on my palms,
the palms holding possibilities,
the fingers grasping keys,
and those keys unlocking the
prison walls I thought
could somehow save my
little soul.
And so I'm
looking
looking
looking
with my blind eyes closed.
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