The skin wore thin that sun-fueled summer day
Crackling in the dry desert ambiance
Drying sweat that could feign a dalliance
As the first peel rose up in playful sway
Bark born of man shed at a frantic pace
Frightened, I raced hard to some hydration
Reeling mad at each pained step sensation
So much that I fell on my heavy face.
Echoing my spontaneous shedding,
Thundering clouds began their blood-letting.