I stand outside every morning with an empty glass
holding it under the rising sun waiting for it to drip
His orange juice into my hands
that’s why I am so bright you see, i drink the sun
you know they say reach for the stars, well I’m scared of night
and the sun makes me smile just like you do
do i light up your day like my star lights me up
or do I blind you like he blinds me
he has a hold on me you know, he flows the my veins
coarsely coursing through me like sand through a straw
he intensifies and his heat makes me sweat poison
the toxins twist my smile, and shove down my brow
they clench my fingers inward toward my palms
my hair grows long and gray twisting like vines around my neck
my nails grow long and i scratch the pain, restlessly into my skin
my breath lashes and whips, whirling feverish hate beating your ear drums
beating so hard on you, my sun scares you away.
i can feel him alive inside, i feel what he has seen
other galaxies and planets, but none as disguisting as ours
inside me he cries, he sobs and each tear corresponds with my heart attacking
he is the only one that knows the human condition, he chuckles
his chuckles turn to deep bellowing howls shivering through my bones
his tears turn from saline to the angry blood he spits through me
he batters my insides with centuries of suffering
he is my hell in the sky, my reminder that he well always be my devil.
So my sun may beat on you and with rays of light make your day
but my sun he beats...he beats on me in a different way.
By: Mark D. Anderson
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