The sand is warm, almost painfully so, but she still presses her skin against it. I will never be able to understand the wonder of Shazi, I am only limited to bask in her glory. She is both the warmth and darkness of the night, continuously haunting my mind.
Tonight I see her laying bare against the desert sands. I let my eyes trace over her curves that I have painfully memorized and ache to touch again. Her eyes, so full of reckless life, unashamedly meet mine. Her sarcastic mouth opens as a deep sadness begins to bubble up from the earth, coating us in darkness.
"Why did you kill her?" She screams out into the night as the sand swallows me.