ItsSorceress

I burn. Sand under my feet, stones, dust, horizon. A way across a burning desert. Faster, further. Before the light chars me. Midday sun on the swells, splinters on burning oil. Apokalypse on my back. Faster, further. Everything burns, keen heat, blazing sun. Horizon blurs with the sweat in my eyes. The muffled syntony of my paces, monotone, rhythmic, the sound of my heart. I’m on the road between shore and surge. Faster, faster. You’re behind me, I can almost feel you in my neck. Shiver, heat, burning asphalt. You don’t know why I am faster. I cannot bear the heat. Midday sun on my shoulders. I speed across the sand. C