Vultures

I feel their beady eyes gaze upon my soul.
like being stabbed with one thousand knives
covered in iodine and salt
It pierces my back.

As I lay upon the arid, cracked ground.
Like falling deeper and deeper in a hell
that will swallow me whole.
I can not go back.

My lips are brittle, chapped and bloody.
Like a once proud, magnificent whale
who is trapped in the sand.
I am gasping for water.

The high, shrill sound pierces the air
(Like the ugly, evil vulture circling,
waiting for his meal to die)
They laugh upon my pain.