May, Australia -
the leaves wither and brown on
coloniser’s trees.
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"Everything is so... flat." Denille said stupidly as she looked around her new neighborhood. She looked around at the muted desert where even the smallest sign of life seemed to have given up. The plant life was shrubs that were half cooked by the heat and where there should have been a lawn, a mess of white rocks laid glistening in the sun. Even the sky looked stretched thin, like the sun had ironed it smooth. She’d moved from Riverside, where at least there were hills, but here in Barstow, everything felt baked and brittle.
By Sara Wilson8 days ago in Fiction
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Beautiful!❤️❤️🌻
Oooo, I especially loved your last line! So well done!
It's great to see an Australian haiku for the challenge! Love it 😀