Bloated and parched, the tongue sits like a beached manatee.
Cracked and bloodied, weary feet halt, knees buckle as the
almighty is invoked in silence. Wind whips like leather,
obscures the observable. Hands touch ground as lungs
breath dust deep into soft tissue. Hanging head, postured
like a dog, spirit broken, death of another kind. Collapsing
under a paltry weight burdening the flickering flame, chrysalis
embeds itself into the ground. Flickering light, breath intermittent
as transfiguration begins in the shadows of this dark wind.
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