The constants dissolved into imperceptible variables

Winds turned to storms, screaming unknown syllables

Like the chambers of my heart were flung in different directions

As I took a walk across the Sun.

It seared unlike anything, when all the wounds opened

And the stabs began bleeding, all over again

For want of something that I wasn’t sure existed

As I took that walk across the Sun.

All retreats and writhing cries

absorbed by the charcoal barrier of silence across different skies

With mind and body too tired of defeat

I took that last walk across the Sun.

Who can tell what I am?

None has known of what I can.

Perhaps my ashes would tell the truth

After my walk across the Sun.

-Iflah Laraib