My 1stnovelinee My parched throat stings; and when I try to form, Nought comes forth but heaving; this painful rasp. Metaphor locusts consume in their swarmā¦ Depletedā¦ whenceā¦ thatā¦ dry, terrible gasp? In this verse desert, there are not enough * Iām searching but cannot find quite the right * Damnā¦ did it ring sweetlyā¦? [ā¦]
Famished, or: Frozen
JackNot,š, (Big,Ne'ws), 