A Dark Sun Day

Beneath mornings blanket shivering flesh covered in a forbidden secret wrapped in seclusion hidden in the woods away from the city. You cry to yourself praying to God you could laugh, but the hurt weighs heavy way deeper than tears you carry. So, morning has opened her eyes, has kept many secrets, yours is no different. Peering through cracked blinds she offers a forgiven smile. She hears you breathing. She knows you're there. She knows remorse is your unwillingness to part with your blanket of conviction.