Desert

Writhing in the sun

She shrinks

Tries to form her own shadow

To find solace

Her thoughts beat down upon her head

Like an errant trumpet,

Blasting her secrets anew.

Melting like an ice cream cone

Her resolve, her spine

Floating gently now

A sailboat on the sea of acquiescence

She ceases to writhe.

Desert

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