Hylam Beach

#creative writing, #poetry

My chest burns

with a faint sting

and the Sun

has summer’s bite

piercing each shoulder

and each eye

like an iron rod

fresh out of the flame

My hand exfoliates paper

as I brush it across the page

with sand

endless white sand

finding new places to hide

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