Zachary Burns
Joined June 2021
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West Hell
The sweat dries from my face, my body shaking fast to the beat of my heart. I can barely stand anymore, let alone continue to use this shovel. Not even the wind that kicks up the dust grants me reprieve from this heat. The rest of the dogs have already fallen. I’m the last one today. It feels as though my body has fallen asleep without me. Every time this happens, I wonder if I will ever wake up again.
By Zachary Burns5 years ago in Fiction
