A Life in the Shadows (free write)

Sunlight touches my skin

A common greeting, but

the pain will soon begin.

 

Warmth is replaced by discomfort.

Sandpaper slowly moves across my skin.

I try to pace to escape.

 

The pain is all too familiar

I begin to wince, but there is no mercy

For pain like sizzling grease covers my skin

 

I suffer,

I panic,

I cringe,

 

But there is no relief from this hell,

Until I return back to the shadows

Sheltered from my supposed friend.

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