She craved vision

Her eyes were thirsty
for paintings
she knew she’d die
if she didn’t find some soon

Where in this desert
were paintings to be found?
She looked around and saw
nothing but mirrors

Here eyes ran dry
the headaches began
it became harder to swallow

If only
the hallucinations
would come soon

She’d be saved

Until she opened her eyes
and the thirst
returned

(This came 5 seconds after He craved poetry)

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