Flash challenge...again

[Wjames]

Prompt 1:


Desire

There’s just enough water in Black Wood Bog
for worms, leeches, and slugs to squirm between
your toes, and take your mind off of the log   
that’s right in front of you. Your head careens
in to the gunk, you taste the brown wet sludge
and heave. You sit, covered in mud and sick
while bugs engulf your face, too tired to budge
after two days without water in thick
wetland valleys. The sun is at its peak,
you shut your eyes and watch your red eyelids
until they morph to black, feeling your cheek
with your dry tongue, hoping to find liquid.
Nothing is there: no beer, no pop, no cup.
You lick the sludge you’re lying in: throw up.


Prompt 2:

Delivery

You brought me a lava lamp
to look at when you were no longer
mysterious.