“Oh, my child” said the Sun as It dressed its daughter’s wounds
As it pulled the dagger from her back
and eased the deafening gloom
“Oh, my child” said the Sun as It thought about tomorrow
And embraced its daughter and its rays to melt away her sorrow
“Oh, my child.” said the Sun as It watched its daughter grow
As it appeared that its daughter
would become someone that it used to know
“Oh, my child.” said the Sun as It pleaded with its daughter
“Avoid the Moon with its impending doom. Just bathe in my warm waters.”
“Oh, my child.” said the Sun as It watched its daughter leave
“Take heed to my advice and know I’ll choke on the dust of your retreat.”
“Oh, my child” said the Sun as It smiled to itself
“You’re worth so much. It’d be a sin to not share your wealth.”
-a.d.

Alia Drayton is a 20 year old sophomore from New York, majoring in Biology. In her free time, Alia likes to read, write poetry, catch up on documentaries.