Sol

Fray Narte, Philippines

i will hang my feet from what’s left of the sunset,
suspended in the air like a plastered sun goddess —
resigned and in poor fetal position:
an attempt to make the pain smaller. younger. incorporeal
but it is draped on my shoulders, down to my limbs:
like a pair of sunbeams gone astray
and the sun has long left without
so much as a sorry letter.

still, i feel its visceral hands
creeping to the parts of my lungs left untouched.
its glare spreads in the shadows,
like a clandestine secret.

soon, i will implode from all this alien warmth
like a colony of bats, a revolution for the dusk.
soon, the dismal sky will feel some kind of ancient sadness
throbbing inside a mortal body:
a rejected organ wanting to escape:
the most freeing prison-break

vivid and uglier under the softest parts of sunlight,

and come tomorrow,
all traces of pristine light will leave
this body:
my exit wounds giving birth to an ashen dusk

from a distance, the prettiest sunset slips by in a blur,—
gone as i am.
gone as i hope to be.

Fria "Fray" Narte is a creative writer from the Philippine. She is also a licensed mental health professional. When she's not writing poetry, she dyes her hair pastel colors.