Exposed
The year has turned to face its demise
and still the vicious sun overhead
erases shadows, burrows beneath my skin
the way splinters deep in my finger
can never be removed, the way the wound
in my heel is not a mark of prophecy,
carries no meaning beyond the pain.
Just that way the sun flays me,
its voice reciting my crimes, and
I am exposed as in memories
of standing on stage having lost
my lines, frozen, melting under the lights,
nowhere safe to hide, like that I am caught
in the cruel brilliance of my life,
all my mistakes revealed, its voice
is my voice, ridiculing, reaching
deep within me to burn away every
last vow, every illusion of who I am.
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