Crushed under the dust
riding thick in the air.
Hands and knees to choke
and cough on a heavy
*** of burning oxygen.
In the valley
where all is a blown out
shade of sepia green,
you're reduced to a mollusk
crawling in your clothing,
clawing at the dirt,
calling, shouting,
eyes defeated,
"Someone turn that ******* light off before I go blind!"
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
Crushed under the dust
riding thick in the air.
Hands and knees to choke
and cough on a heavy
*** of burning oxygen.
In the valley
where all is a blown out
shade of sepia green,
you're reduced to a mollusk
crawling in your clothing,
clawing at the dirt,
calling, shouting,
eyes defeated,
"Someone turn that ******* light off before I go blind!"
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