Word Challenge: Thirst

I can feel it, the sharp, parched cry at the back of the throat
The tongue swollen, dry, hopeless
As I feel the need from deep, deep, deeper still
Body forcing, forging ahead despite
The mind aching to stop
Negotiating, wheedling, demanding
Step after
Step after
I plod on
Fists curled,
Nails dug into palms
The thought of water, of refreshment,
Of relief
Getting farther behind
Yet with every step
Closer ahead.

Inspired by Unbolt’s “Choose your Challenge”

Word count: 73
Time to write: 5 minutes

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