21 August 2012
Scorching sand stretched out under the boiling red sun A emerald green lizard scuttled under the only rock in miles My mouth felt like sand paper and my sunburned skin burnt in angry scarlet patches Breathing seared my raw throat and dust stung my dry eyes The wasteland rolled in waves of unsympathetic golden dust Dead trees lay on the baking ground
My head spun and my irritated eyes unfocused I slumped down onto the harden earth and darkness closed around me
The Desert • Opuss № I