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My Desert

Mia Court, reporter

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My feet are sinking into the dry quicksand.
I’m cemented in, I can’t move.
This wasn’t meant to go this far.
I do whatever the lion demands.

My ribs are starting to get tighter and tighter.
It’s getting harder to breathe.
This is dehydrating me.
All my words turn into water.
Why is this so difficult for me?
Why did I make this choice? I’m scared to turn
back.
I’m afraid if I’m going to break our picture
frame.

Fluids start to seep through my eyes.
The pressure I feel is like the sun burning
through my skin.
Forgive me, for not wanting this.
Mirages start to fill in my head, telling me things
I start to believe.
I threw myself in my own cell, just to throw
away the key.

Now I’m lost in my thoughts, all alone.
My heart starts a flame, as my lungs start
to itch.
Every step I take burns like the dry desert.
I can’t stop moving.
Until I find the river in this dry land.
The last ace in a lost hand.

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