The Scathing Secession of Summer the Sunbather

It was embedded in her soul to go out there and look for darker times

Imprinted in her name

Year after year after year

she would go out in search of the day lamp

and forget about aging upward

as long as she could close her eyelids and see the rays right through,

she was still young enough

And she would never return

as anything less than half baked

up here, up here, and all over and around there

and in that way

It was all climbing into her mind

and only by the light was there the magnificence of trespassing

But she did this to herself

she was invincible

and convinced,

that could win the staring contest

And in that moment

under the Black Hole Sun

she tried desperately not to blink while her flesh sunk right in

until you could see nothing but the chunks of bone and her untouched Wayfarers

It was a glorious meltdown of sorts

and she became a disciple of Dali

fooled by its irreparable and intoxicating kiss

stirring the pot just enough to disappear