Sunlight

I am silver
and slowing under my own silence.
Curses run so cold
under blood,
To the soul 
and they hate sunlight -
It's why shame burns.

I was always drawn to the ice 
never daunted by the sea-cold.
I can not take your warm hand,
Rose, 
your conscience is a gold 
reminder of my mistakes -
Black cloud stains everything
I touch.

And this one pain
we are not sharing.

I am silver,
And slowing. 
You should know and you would hate it -
loving me like the sun
I shy away from.  


(Inspired by Burning Crowns)
LJ Ireton c. 2024

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