Tunnel Vision
Running along the sand,
Footsteps trip
Hands sunk, face plant-
Can you see the cacti?
Wind howls, and grabs me by the waist-
Throwing me against the grains-
Lips cracked, I can taste blood-
Or maybe it’s salt-
I’m losing this battle against the desert sun
I reach the cacti-
Feels like miles away but it stands, tall and proud-
Waiting for me to prick myself
Waiting for me to give in-
I reach out my hand, the sun sizzles-
And it’s gone.
Nowhere in sight, I check my peripherals
What sort of reality is this?
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