yellow sands

Cheyenne Nicely

yellow sands my feet on the pavement scalding hot branding into my flesh and i run and

i run and i sink into the sand into the road into the strange sense of belonging and not

belonging but feeling tied to a place anyway because it’s etched its way into the skin into

the heart into the head and it flows away like the sand accumulated at the bottom of my

hourglass that’s dust-covered in the back of my closet where the sand has stopped flowing

and time has run out but the yellow sand smells like my burning flesh so i feel at peace, at

home, for once