Sunday, January 24, 2016

Day 167

when we first met you swept
my feet off the ground,
but then you became the one who
pushed me back down
before I knew it,
my feet were caught in quicksand
and the only way out was
with the pull of your hand
but I could not reach
instead I sank deeper into the ground
and watched you leave footsteps in the mud
while I silently drowned.


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