I Write Poetry and Short Stories
we fell down in the desert.
and a million eyes blinked down at us,
not even the sharpness of cacti
could cut us,
our iron skin shimmered,
polished like teeth and in the sandy arms of dry earth.
we smiled up,
up,
up,
our hands were cupped
without liquid to fill us.
and dry as bones,
we died happily of thirst.
eyes wild.
open as cloudbursts.
and a million eyes bl
not even the sharpness of cacti
could cut us,
our iron skin shimmered,
polished like teeth and in the sandy arms of dry earth.
we smiled up,
up,
up,
our hands were cupped
without liquid to fill us.
and dry as bones,
we died happily of thirst.
eyes wild.
open as cloudbursts.
Age:
22-25
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Female
