G.o.T 2016- Lady Lex of House Martell

Week 3 Poetry- Prompt # 2

Molten

The sun bats its lashes in deceit,
cooking up a plan to cook my feet,
which sink into the sticky heated sand
of this unforgiving, wicked wasteland.


We trudge and traipse in search of cooler shelter
to escape the hellish Sandman's summer swelter,
but time has noosed a rope around our throats
and no matter how we loose our leash, we choke.




~ 62 words

Prompt: Sandman, Unforgiving, Time, Wasteland, Deceit, Shelter
Type: Poetry



~Lexi