The Child Of The Sun

The large ball of gas burns her skin

Porcelain takes the color of red

It starts itching soon, even her chin

But she still doesn’t get up from her sand bed

She wants her skin to become tan

Staying out in the forty degree weather

Being the most beautiful was her plan

But her sunburned skin won’t ever look better

Spending hours in the hot sun sickness

“Your skin already peels” her friends warn her

Not caring about the warnings was her biggest mistake

She wanted tan but the sun has burned her skin dead instead