"Lithification"
by D.J.Granger
If I had spent a fortnight in the badlands, I wouldn't
be ready to go. The jagged bedrock slabs were my
resting place. The naked hollows
I called home
until the crags had molded me
in their effigy.
The touch of parch sand is balm
to a callous hand, and I welcomed
the brittle rock sea, but never
cherished it.
If I could've baked forever, I would've
beneath the sun lazily
weathering away.
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