Sonnet to deceitful you.

Do I strengthen my dimmer light, or do I kill it?

My brightness burns you.

But it rids the darkness that freezes me

Do I shine for myself, or be dejected?

Carbon dioxide, can someone catch it

Before it reaches the atmosphere?

And leaves a forever scar

Raw and sensitive to touch

Unfeasible to heal

Retracted from any transparency

The wound always bleeds

Pulsing and obnoxious.

You bleed your artless horror on me

And you watch me frantically scrub my hands