Nonsense

we were alone. progressively weaponized. sacrificed by dreams that weren’t our own.

one weekend a month we’d hike a new trail. a new challenge. a new group. pride filled their bones whenever a mountain rose up announced because they knew the climb would be challenging but not impossible.

“this isn’t a challenge!” i screamed on the other side.

“dying! dying! dying! that’s the challenge you assholes! die first. only then will you know the pride of continuing the climb!” i cried.

they didn’t hear me. when they got to the other side they didn’t see me other. i’d been covered in sand. suffocated.

my last thought was of water.