She gazed upon the horizion and shouted at a stranger
"You're a piddle of water, and you sir are a cup!"
He anger spent, she pushed her toes into the ground
A grain of sand she once knew caught her eyes
And she shoved it up her nose for safe keeping
Blood and sugar slipped past her septum and onto her tongue
Shards of glass cut her tastebuds and she wept for the sting

Before she parted, she licked the ground,
and painted it with her blood.
A stranger took her by the hand.
She rested her chin upon his shoulder as he whispered
"That was a stealthy nose pick"