Dying of thirstwhile trapped inthe belly of the beast, I pray to God that my breathdoesnt falter in the scorching heat. I stumble around helplesslyas my world crumbles due to the pressure. Skeletal trees and tumbleweeds call out to meas I keep searching for the forbidden nectar. | Poor Man's Nectar by Shawayne Dunstan, Paperback | Indigo Chapters