The sun shone so bright
Enough light
To cast shadow
On a memory
Of her pristine
White lace babydoll socks..
Later upon her little foot
Lit up with the second brightest light
Within the darkest part of her memory
Tainted with that cruel laugh
Head thrown back
Broken out from lips
Once holding, that dangerous brilliant orange
Smoking, searing heat
Curling
Hotter than the sun
On that day
Within her memory
Turning the sun that day, dark
The warmth
Into a blistering searing heat
That only got hotter
As she tried with her little fingers
To pull it off..
The babydoll socks, cooling, gray
Into a cruel crescent moon
Left to forever decorate her foot
Always to remember
The scorching heat
Of that day..
