Strewn across the grass
I stare at the sky
So changing
and yet always in the same place
My skin is vulnerable
to the gentle breeze
My hair lacerates my cheeks
no serious injuries whatsoever
Blood doesn’t exist
The sky looks
purple and blue above me
Darker and less fragile
The sun sets
I search for reason
The sun sets
I’m vulnerable.

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