I swelter as the scorpion skittles cross the sand.
I take my boots off to ventilate my feet. Arid air with stinging sand does no good.
Without water, my body begins to shrink. Opening my mouth to call, to scream sucks out the salvia.
Here am I, like a Peanuts character, with a cactus as my only companion.
Stretching beyond vision, from horizon to horizon, all is desiccated, all is desert.
I drumbled to this spot, lured by the spectrum of light and imagination. The mirage is but a blink of the eye. A delitescent oasis.
The water in my canteen is vile. The water in my canteen is sand.
A tiny bead of sweat, the only water in a dried-up world, forms on my forehead.
I am bankrupt of spirit, of energy of hope. Soon I shall be like the skeleton who leans against the cactus next to mine.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #40.
Bastet and I have talked of different ways to approach the wordle words. This is my first attempt at this wordle word construction.