Sahara
Sunlight
beats down
on my back,
shoving me
forward
through the
blinding light,
throwing me
down
on my hands
and knees.
I try
looking up,
but am met by the
vicious sun,
which slaps my
eyes away,
sending my
sight sprawling.
Sweat
trickles
across my back,
icy claws ripping
away the sheets of heat
that have melted into me,
attempting to feast on my flesh,
a fiery leech
burning away at my energy.
Yet, for every layer
that is torn away,
three more appear
to take its place,
a hot-blooded hydra
sinking its fangs
into my skin,
clutching feverishly
to my face,
flushed red with fatigue.
Eyes glazed over,
I struggle to me feet,
only to have them
knocked out from
underneath me,
the pavement greeting me
like a scorned friend;
angrily, but with a degree
of respect,
bringing us both down
to the same level.
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