#engelstof

[ghettomedz9]

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[sugar-pil]

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The sun is somewhere. Shug is sure that there is a sun somewhere, she can feel it on her, burning it. It burns. Where is it? She can't see that got-damn sun, but she can feel it. Everything is dark and bright. It's so hot. Her throat is sandpaper, it's from the sun she's sure and she will damn well cut that thing out of the damn sky once she can see it. Once she can move. Where is she? The sun is usually up, unless its sideways and the sky is pink and orange, but when it's hot its up. Which way is up? She's not sure she's on the ground she might be in the air. She might be nowhere. She can't feel the sand but she can feel her skin is hot and she can feel her throat is sandpaper and her tongue is like metal and blood. Maybe Shug is the sun and that's why she burns. There is no up. It's bright and dark and she can't breathe but she is the sun. She's the sun? Where is the sun? It hits like a sandstorm and everything is starting to be cold. She can feel her fingertips, cold like a corpse. Is she a corpse? Not yet, she thinks, because she can still think. She thinks for help. Please God, help, take me back to You, I can't die here. Where are They? Why won't They help? Please God, don't let me die here. Don't let me die, where am I, don't let me die. Dear, God.