Camelot

Camelot

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Burnt



Parched cracked lips
Too sore to fully close
Not a hint of wetness
On her dry shriveled tongue
Even her blood didn't want
To be exposed

How did I get here
In this barren wasteland?

She wondered
For the millionth time

This world of sand and sun

Take it from her
She wasn't having any fun

She lay exhausted
On the smooth glassy grains
Eyes closed
Praying for rain
While fiery rays
Pinned and needled
Her painfully
Blistered skin

Her last breath
In defeat

Oh Lord, I give in

How funny...
She thought
Her very last thought
Cafe au lait
My natural hue
But I can burn
Oh baby burn
And I never even knew

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