Gouache & Watercolor
12" x 18"
Brittle stones break, on waves from the sun.
Walking across the desert, just ain't no fun.
When every step could be the cause, of your final demise.
Where the creatures look on, with the hungriest eyes.
There's no way to hide or disguise, raw and exposed.
No way to conceal, what was once sacred and closed.
Kept precious and pink, wrought flesh must walk.
Across clay and stone, rock and chalk.
Until you reach a land, with arms held wide.
Or lest you wither away, from the inside.