Desert

I cannot enter this desert for it is not yet my home the pretenders and present preserve yet the situation overwhelms No one told be about the scorpions the desert flies they told me I don't really know how to function when I slowly silently scream Attention Please I want from others and better bitter this is not how it be the thousand tiny bits of spider is but the yarn we finely weave I crawl slowly against the sand holding tight to keep from falling holding myself until I can stand proud and with nothing withholding Spider webs cross the cliff on which I am standing I stop and stare and sniff wondering if I'm going to live Stretching silently down the spirals sand between my feet battling rattles and a hundred dangerous animals I only see boats without paddles