She saw God in the sun
Entranced, she stared until her irises boiled
The burning smell of betrayal wafted down the street and lingered on windowsills
Blinded and blistered
She found solace in the shadows
The smell of golden hour scratched at her memories of golden-washed city scapes while the shadows stroked her hair
When the city swallowed the sun whole, she threw herself at the night
Begging to be a mistress of the moon
She stayed beneath the stars until the colour drained from her face
Her eyes match the white walls of the room where they now keep her.
They didn’t understand why her heart beats in the moments between light and dark
Or how she still trembles at the smell of dawn.
But they haven’t seen God in the sun.