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A Plea To Survive
Fear– hopelessness’ best friend slowly oozes out of every pore, releasing a bitter, rotten smell.
It travels in the air oscillating below the nasal cavity.
All that is visible are fine grains of sand– a mosaic sea of brown refusing to burn in the scorching sun–fortunate to survive repeated infernal torment.
I am forced to endure this unsolicited exfoliation as it feels like sandpaper against my coat.
Death lingers–floating around in a fog in this desolate land.
I am unable to find the rest of my herd.
Any signs of life grilled and sautéed to perfection out in the open flame.
Sun rays pierce my coat like daggers from the sky.
My tongue tries unsuccessfully to break its seal from the roof of the mouth-an old rubber melted in the heat.
Body extremely parched–denudation taking precedence.
Weathered by extreme temperatures.
Attempting to seek shelter from the attacks of the sun while slowly succumbing to dehydration–soon to become a meal for its inhabitants.
At night, there is still no respite as plummeting temperatures numb the entire body.
I grow weaker every second while asking…
