Wednesday, April 3, 2013

NaPoWriMo, Day 3

I pulled this poem out of an article I read about a girl who is allergic to the sun. Yes, she really is.

Draw the sky shade

I could burst into flames
the next time I walk outside.
I feel the heat rising on my
face, on my arms and hands.
I watch the skin turn red,
turn blistered. I itch
everywhere the sun reaches.
My car is covered in tinting.
I never open the blinds in
my house, at work.
I own ten umbrellas. You can
never be too cautious when
your enemy never goes away.
My head pounds in the heat.
The beach is impossible.
I've almost forgotten what
my skin looks like in daylight.

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