Last Words

Your thoughtless words have signaled the desert to open her mouth. And do not comfort yourself with the awareness that she lacks gripping appendages. I will improvise her fingertips with my own person. Perceive me as a silver fork that is poised to deliver you on a moment's notice. There is no point in styling your hair for the day of prosecution. Banishment requires guilt to be hooded. Photography has no power to restore legacy in this situation. Moreover, you will be bound at the wrist behind your back, and set upon a lusty camel. When it loses the strength to meander, that will be your cue to make camp. Figure a way out of your restraints. Perhaps the scorpions will assist. The pleasures of my palm leaf are no longer within your reach. You were sternly advised not to intrude in matters that were not your own. It is always a bad idea to outshine your host. Now the sun will drink your sweat through a straw of delusion and panic. The side winding snake and vulture choreograph their death dance at the sight of your stumble. The blush has vanished from your cheeks. Your ribs agree and your tongue is dried out. A bed of sand is prepared for you. Close your eyes, because you did not think to close your lips. Now sleep in the silence that you should have kept before releasing vain council. It would have preserved you against judgement. Boast to the sand of your outstanding character. Each grain will encompassed you in your final hour.