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Spill


Sunshine, in the mornings,

spills. It

slips and slithers as it

tills.

Routine and unremitting,

yet still,

I find it

bestilling —

how the Sunshine

unravels and ribbons,

like the crest

of a breaking wave.

 

I’m always drowsy

in the mornings,

from eyeing the light

and the course of its routes.

But I love the taste

and the remedies of Sunshine

in the mornings;

as the rays flood up

to my lips, it

reminds me of spilt orange juice.

 

Image courtesy of Eshiemomoh Osilama.


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Eshiemomoh Osilama Eshiemomoh Osilama (6 Posts)

Editor-in-Chief and Former Writers-in-Training Intern

Geisinger College of Health Sciences


Eshiemomoh Osilama is a medical student at Geisinger College of Health Sciences in Scranton, PA, Class of 2024. He graduated from Columbia University in 2016 with a Bachelor of Arts in biology. He enjoys reading and writing poetry, baking, theater, singing, museums, traveling, beaches and oceans, photography, and being an extraordinary guncle. Momoh is pursuing a career in psychiatry.