Daddy

throw me out into the desert, 

let harsh sand burn beautiful 

and sunlight boil my skin, as freckles turn to black, and ash flakes fall 

like snow from the lava-red orange sky. flames tear through, pulling, controlling

tornadoes of grains, scraping the whites of eyes.

Away they bleed from veins of truth, of a today and a yesterday.

Only you let them. 

Reviews

[Nobody.]

harsh....this made my heart hurt. emotional pain made physical....made spiritual...made personal with that last line. powerful and pure. cheers!