SANDSTORM // HANAA MANSOURI

"Don't breathe with your nose and mouth uncovered"
And when you do it tastes like burnt bread
You feel like the inside of an old old box
Your stomach bounces against your diaphragm
Your esophagus is half its normal size
There's a stone stuck between your lungs
Rocks rattle inside your skull
Sending scorpions
Snakes
Cacti
Sand swishing
Around like rocks in a jar
Somewhere in the middle 
There's a palm tree
But it gets held onto until it dissipates
Disappears
Disintegrates
Like that mirage you saw five minutes ago
"Don't think about it"