Trigger Warning
A dry heat
no one wants
fills the land.
It feels like
we are the
cigarette
butt of a
smoker tossed
on the hot
gravel. No
rain in sight
for this land.
The sun smirks
over us
high in the
horizon,
brilliant and
defiant.
It does not
allow one
teardrop to
reach the ground.
It swallows
it up and
does not spit
it out on
the scorched earth.