I'm down the my last two in my pocket
And I'm not banking on them...
Instead I took a step back and asked,
How does it feel?
It felt as real as the concrete
Biting at my heels
To drain me like a cactus in the sun.
There were still goosebumps
Pushing prickly hairs
Perpendicular to my parched skin,
And sweat feverishly pushing out
Something I've selfishly kept in.