Skin bleeding tears
In a precarious attempted
To cool itself.
Screaming,
Begging,
For the cold to come,
but it never does.
Only wind,
Tearing the rare stillicide away from its surface,
As it is being replaced.
Briny beads of liquid
Growing until they are too hulking to sustain,
They drop.
splash
As they hit the rocky surface that your feet strike.
Moving with each sharp pain in the balls of your feet,
And you shall continue moving forward.
Even as your feet start to bleed
Leaving a trail of that
Warm red liquid, as it seeps
From your veins
