the Wasteland (revisited)

By Kimberly Madura

She stands in a wasteland of her 

own making.

Not for lack of water,

but because she

chooses to

remain unquenchable.

She desperately needs to be 

satiated

by this rainstorm,

but she has a 

fear of rain.

Take the water

before it is too late, I plead with her,

before the fire takes you down.

She bathes herself in honey and oil instead,

but it only makes her burn faster.

Her mind is swept up in a dustbowl.

She is stuck in the wild void inside her.

Something like water will never be water.

Something like love will never be love.

She burns in the wasteland of her own making.

And the smoke rises up in the Badlands.

Published by HLWW Featured Author

Featured Author of the Heartland Society of Women Writers

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