Poetry

Parched

I have
crawled
valiantly
through the
searing sands
today with
all the
grace of a
skittering
scorpion
searching
for some
hapless
arachnid
to devour it

was no spider
I sought
but a drop
of elixir
from the muse now

sprawled
face up
glaring
into the eye
of the
unflinching
sun

not even a
tear will come

perspiration
my only
inspiration only

vultures
to attend
my poetic
cremation

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