We walked out onto the sand
You and I
Together
I would flinch
As sand burned the soles
Of my reddened feet
You would laugh
I would cry out in pain
When cacti sliced my legs
And insects bit my hands
You would grow angry
Tell me it was my fault
Repeatedly
Slap my hands
when I tried to drink
Spit at me
When I needed comfort
We may have been together
But I felt so alone
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Desert
PoesíaAfter having my first serious relationship, I believed that the best way to help end the pain was to share it with others who may understand
