When The Sun Hit My Eyes

And then she said,
sitting next to me in the back of my car
while the telephone poles
marked the seconds remaining till dawn:
When did you become too scared to drive?

And as her skin, matching the tint of the car seat covers,
ripped along her breastbone
with the sound of a single footstep in snow,
this being a dream,
I hurled the thing towards the sky,
piercing the milk-soaked clouds,
in awe of how the vast enormousness of my true form
could have ever been squeezed
into such a tiny space that is myself

And it was exactly at this very moment,
that the Sun hit my eyes

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When The Sun Hit My Eyes

And then she said,
sitting next to me in the back of my car
while the telephone poles
marked the seconds remaining till dawn:
When did you become too scared to drive?

And as her skin, matching the tint of the car seat covers,
ripped along her breastbone
with the sound of a single footstep in snow,
this being a dream,
I hurled the thing towards the sky,
piercing the milk-soaked clouds,
in awe of how the vast enormousness of my true form
could have ever been squeezed
into such a tiny space that is myself

And it was exactly at this very moment,
that the Sun hit my eyes

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