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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