Free Hand #23 (Desert Death)

Good morning! or Good Afternoon!

It’s only getting hotter in SLC right now. I am trying not to melt and keep my wits about me.

Listening to: Night Beats- Who Sold My Generation (Full Album)


Desert Death


My body, my bones. Dried up and sour. Cracked to the core

I begin to crumble. The sun beats down on me and I crawl

across the desert floor. Mr. Rattlesnake go home, leave me

alone. Coyote and vultures, cacti and dire measures

just to find a road to burn on. Just to find an end to the pain

I’m living on.



If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you return in the future!


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