Like Blood in Your Throat

Imagine if you will a barren wasteland.

A spherical landscape covered in black tarmac

The sky is gray and dim, yet so familiar

As you lay your head back you close your eyes.

You know the water is coming back

Like blood in your throat,

Coming back to wash you and this world away.

Natural and real, time knows no bounds…

Everything will wash away in millennia.

Such little time to the universe indeed…

The End

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