Sun hit my hand
by clippedtrust
· 14/01/2026
Published 14/01/2026 19:06
Sun hit my hand.
A dark spot, new.
Small, irregular.
Didn't know you.
Lines run around it,
fine riverbeds.
A map of living.
Unwritten threads.
It wasn't there.
Or I didn't see.
Now, fixed point.
Part of me.
Or a tiny star.
Burned itself in.
On this landscape,
where days begin.