Thirst

The land’s been dry for so long, it’s hard to remember what the rivers looked like.

Our thirsts are begging to be quenched, lips cracking like autumn leaves.

The rain provides much needed relief. Wet. Comforting. Red.

We eagerly drink what we can.

His body’ll be used for meat later.

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