Mirage

Crawling across the blistering sand,

Cotton mouthed with burning hands.

The sun beating down on my battered frame,

Cursing the sound of my very name.

Out of nowhere, beauty’s revealed,

Just when I thought my fate was sealed.

Goddess floating above a fresh spring,

Holding meat and fruit under her wing.

Overcome with relief, ignoring instinct,

Her presence and safety, quite distinct.

Taking the bait without delay,

She slits my throat to end the day.

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