Creature of my nightmare,
creature of disease. I fear you.
The apocryphal ostrich hides its head for fear,
but you are seeking, and I am the sand.
My blood is the sand you seek.
My blood: my daughter, my baby,
my child. Creature of fear, you
bury yourself in beauty. Get out.
Inspired a little by yesterday’s prompt (since I’m already a day behind) and mostly by the first tick of the season.