Poetry · Writing

Hemlock

Crawling across weakened earth to the dreamy oasis. Veins bulging venom olive and dripping from cracked lips. Unresponsive, moving ghost fingers across bubbles foaming from your mouth. Dunes escape and replaced by blinding white sands.

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