I stare down the pavement,
watching heat-waves dance upon the road as a ghostly aura.
Sweat drips across my naked skin, it drains from my face,
finding my burning eyes, adding a sting to the pain.
I dare not blink.
I can't breath.
My mouth is dry as bones on desert sand. I don't move, not even
sure that I can.
My body aches as the sun beams against it
-a star's unyielding light piercing through flesh.
I want to scream, or maybe shed a tear, yet I'm unable.
There's nothing else around, I'm sealed to the scorching path ahead;
It is absolute, it is lonesome, and it seems to stretch on forever.
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