Cassidy has always loved the Sun.
She was told as a kid not to look directly at it–
A lesson Cassidy found unbearably challenging;
How could she be expected to turn a blind eye to something so…blinding?
But those who warned her were right;
Sometimes the world becomes so bright it hurts.
So she found the water
And she romanticizes it for the way it glorifies the Sun
Showing off the star’s silver jewelry on the ripples of the lake’s surface
Now Cassidy doesn’t need to shield her eyes in yearning anymore;
She can see it all in the depths of the water before her.
When she dreams at night
She pictures herself, fully clothed, wading out into the sea
Feet still in contact with the foundation, each step bringing her deeper nonetheless;
An anomaly of a fantasy, no doubt
Kind of like that book she read back in school…
Except that woman wanted to slowly disappear beneath the blues and the waves.
Cassidy doesn’t.
Cassidy wants to become one with the hues,
Smiling as she is hit knife-like on the blades of her back
With a heat so hot it etches a memory deep into her flesh