i am the goddess of abandoned cities in the desert. the dry, forsaken places where nothing stirs but the hot wind on the sand. the desolate plots where not even weeds dare grow.

i am the goddess of failure. of succumbing. of sleepless nights spent staring into the darkness, exhausted afternoons that never end.

i am perfect lipstick hiding broken teeth. i am sustenance, but only enough to survive, never to thrive. i am broken bones under flawless skin.

i appear as a whirl of sand, with a cracked porcelain face. i will cradle you to my bosom, scour the flesh from your skeleton with my care, keep you forever dusty and dry and hot.

worship me