Disappointment pierces my soul like a sting from a prickly pear cactus.

Red rocks create a shield, but not soon enough.

Tears race down my face like a spring desert rain on a windshield pointed home.

My legs tremble inside of pants covered in three days of red, desert clay.

Tan lines drawn on my face by the Utah sun show a once happy face.

Selfish minds sing, celebrate and dance in their own desires, while the gray and blue chill of death haunts my dreams.

I’ve been stung enough by you.