A dry desert
<insert rain>
free of acid 
on my tongue 
diffused into my skin
a part of my soul

jagged rocks interrupting the flow
heart like a sand block waiting to erode

to be free

I wish to see the desert after it rains,
-to see life sprout from it again.


(Featured Photography: Javier Arcenillas)

Meriem Sadoun

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