Traveling by night. Following a stranger. Hoping I do right.
No kin will ever cross a desert to aee a body
Interred in sand and time.
But my onyx mind suggests if I search
There will be none to find.
I let this man take us on. The body. Me.
I know when I depart, I can’t truly be free.
I will leave this body in a whole.
I will let the sand and cracks
As the skin peels away.
I will try to tell others of the body.
My onyx mind suggests
They will mumble something about only a whore
Turn back to their garden
And leave me to carry this body