the soil is soggy and loose
each step I take forward it threatens me
my muddy boots sinking slightly deeper with each
thud
thud
thud
into the mud
and muck
and dirty leaves
it leaves a sour taste in my mouth
like too much toothpaste
stolen kisses
hot hurried breath and
cheap liquor
I have to get out
to run
but the ground wants me
I'm sinking
sinking down down down
into the mud and the muck and
the dirty leaves
I can feel the earth opening up
it's swallowing me
down down down
how long has it been since I've opened my eyes?
where am I?
the soil is soggy
but
solid
my feet don't sink
but I am now the mud. and the muck. and the
dirty leaves
I can't run away from this.
