The dampened cabin of rotting oak
Was once sun-dried, overlooking fields of fluffy white thorns
Where I answered to"Mass'a" and Master's "woman",
A creature coated in black dust
Words whipped from its mouth
And lashed my ears,
Dust sweltering
Imprints on my flesh
His burning leather had tattooed its back again
Scarred hands
Longed for its collar bone
But dust
Lacerated my tendons
We combed the searing soil
While it threw black dust at the wall
Chanting curses that burned our ears and limbs
To propel blistering pellets piercing
And its dust eroded my people

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