Fight or Flight

I’ll find haven away

here in the ghost desert. Seedling hunt under a dustbowl sun wastewater springs, all this to discover my power.

It was hard to walk away so I bided time for a dune song. Roots like wicks burning in reverse collecting cheap fatty votives that will not last forever.

Now I’m running banshee blistered, wailing red ochre stained clothes; crimson prairie spirit vanishing as the song of the sand drifts.

Not too late to turn back Thorny Devil laughs at my plans, ears already licked by hot air. Spot an unmarked junker for a night gas empty, worn from a rat race.

Cost of this living is low days scorching through, telling me that’s okay. Another sunset melts but there’s a transient green flash!

Distant emerald spark for a moment, the world splits. Pinched by mortal reminder solar disk burning me up caught in the ruins of fear and hope.