Mahgrebi
I’m walking alone in the desert
I’ve walked now for miles
In silence
The grains of sand blown by the wind
Leave little cuts on my burnt face
I am alone
I cover my head
with a dark magenta shawl
the color of wine
or blood
I walk
My feet sink in the sand
My legs feel weak and wobbly
The way they do after a tough swimming practice
I’m a swimmer
But there’s no water here
I cover my face with the shawl
Leaving only my eyes free
Being free, they look around
Towards a vastness of nothing
I keep walking
I am now the mahgrebi everyone says I could be
I search
There’s something I need
I know I need it
A drink
A drug
A magic potion
It’s why I keep walking
I gotta have it
I couldn’t find it where I came from
So I wonder in the desert
but I find no one
I see a tent in the far distance
to the north of me
I recover some strength
I march on the tent’s direction
but it’s never there
where it’s supposed to be
Alone and weary
I lay down on the sand
I close my eyes
I let myself be
covered in sand
Just a thin layer
Yet another
and another one
Until there is no more
me
http://innerbabel.blogspot.com.br/2017/08/mahgrebi.html?m=1

Originally published at innerbabel.blogspot.com on August 29, 2017.
