Bloodshot Tears

A red dust storm stops in my path, building energy. 

A dry heat leaves me clammy.

Sand and dust sticking to my body. Another miserable day.

No signs of life visible for miles, and distance is deceitful.

There’s an eeriness to this storm.

A horrifying screech rips through, piercing my ears.

An explosion shakes the world, cracking it like an egg.

Knocking me right on my ass.

Alive or Dead?  Life flash. Not as long as the other times. “Normal.” Uncertainty of life.

I feel a warm liquid run down the side of my face

Misery settles and I search for the direction of that scream.  “Son of bitch.”

Deafened by a blast, shattered compass. A compass that was once connected to the world, fucking broken.

No sun either. Mother nature is a bitch sometimes.

Lost. A downward spiral, mixed with guilt, anger, and shame. “GAS.”

A toxic poison that fills the soul, a suffocation of the spirit.

A spiritual death. Stripped of faith.

A tear drop fills my bloodshot eyes and makes it home.

Underwater perception in a sand storm.

Shackled to history with bloodshed chains.

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