The sun in sight; (Lost in the desert;)

The sun in sight, I stretch my pencil-thin fingertips toward the cornflower sky; my face awash with ashen scales, the canyon rocks have more polish. My eyes are like scars sunken in my skull. Blood that once surged through veins has yielded to slithering. Only if I could break open one rock and out came … Continue reading The sun in sight; (Lost in the desert;)