Thirst

Walking through the desert

The sun shining disdain and contempt

In my left hand, poisoned wine.

In my right, wormwooded water.

I dash both to the ground.

They instantly evaporate to nothing.

 

The journey is long.

The sun inexorable.

I know I will reach the valley.

The forest will shelter me.

I'll cool my lips in the spring.

 

 

 

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This is exactly how winter

This is exactly how winter makes me feel


Much Love

Ashley