black, endless sands stretch out in all directions;
miles and miles
and miles
of hopeless wandering
never ending
beneath a cruel burning sun
that beats down like hell
from which there is no penance
and I stumble
arguing with the burden on my back
mute, beaten,
thirsting for the cool, quenching arms
the arms that I myself
injured
killed
buried
"That's it!" she said,
and pulled the plug from the wall
angry that I hadn't died,
killing me with a quick, sharp yank.
And all went black.
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