She saw God

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.