Sunburn
I keep fingering my sunburned skin.
Something about the sting radiating from the heat captivates me.
Raw and red.
No blisters, or sun poisoning.
Just a gentle reminder
That I am human.
Invincible to nothing,
Vulnerable to everything.
My mama smacks away my hand.
The white imprint lingers for a moment.
Eventually fading.
I’ll wait till she isn’t looking
Before I press into my skin once again.