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left out

in the middle of knowhere:

an aimless desert

with no food, no clothes:

nothing

The ground, heated with

hell, walking across

that burning marle,

as feet begin to blister,

Barely any strength to muster,

the light an unforgiving glare,

the trepidation of a certain death,

nothing but sand in every direction.

Thirsty; swirling spit in the throat,

not an even a prickly pear to fool with,

shrinking, suffocating as hot air fills

the lungs like a balloon.

Beginning to lose consciousness,

staggering, struggling to continue,

seeing apperations, old lovers, long dead;

disappointment, a last thought to ponder

Falling to the ground, sand catching the impact,

staring directly at the sun, its blinding light,

one last glimpse until eternity.