may the sun heal me - 4:46 PM

mornings are the most exquisite

torture I endure.

I cough up the blood from the

war of last night

and greet the liquid sunlight

with bloodshot eyes

as the magnificent  magentas

and the radiant oranges

form ripples in my retinas

until all I see is a whirlwind

of color.

passion & impulsivity stream in my

veins.

so I dislocate my tired joints

to reach the sky

and smear the glorious sunrise

unto myself

to cover up the congealed

blood

from unhealed wounds.

I scream to the heavens:

"make me something worth waking up to!"