Wapun Meadow road shimmer wigglin' the vision

snuff snuff

dirt. frost. clouds.

lick

blood.

they licked the ground a few more times. it was the only taste of nutrients they had felt in ages. a few more times, desperate. but there was nothing to be found. an empty stomach, caving. buggish eyes, bugging.

sariel licked until all they tasted was dirt, and licked more, until they were rubbing their tongue raw against grass. until blood dripped into their mouth, and they swallowed it, because that’s all they had.