Speechless
Shocked
Breath gasps from a dry, raw throat
Please. I beg of you.
Staccato whisper. Ragged. Torn.
Have mercy on the withered
Dead skin sloughs off into a scaly pile
I can feel my heart flutter, sputter
I've been too long in the sun
Blisters litter my shoulder and neck
Joints grinding and empty
Thoughts of thunderstorms and monsoons taunt
Finally drops touch my lips
Tears to my eyes
I thought I had nothing left to give
Relief