whether by chance or the sun
really had used it’s last call to dial her body
from it’s after-dinner nap
her just-awoken eyes caught
the evening sun being strong-armed away
by the heavies:
sun-buster 1 and 2
dressed head to toe in puffy grey suits
“don’t worry love, go back to bed”
their frail attempt met with only contempt
as her pupils remained fixed, keeping witness
as the veil between her and her star grew in thickness
“I’ll be out tomorrow, I promise”
the sun shot its orangepurples through the fog
“til aurora” she replied
and then came the night.
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