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Mar 2019
Don’t Get ****** Up

into the sands of another
Glistening/Reflective/Diaphanous
to see yourself passing through
the miniscule opening. Condensed in a droplet;

you’ll be the morning dew, clinging to
the blade. She’ll sharpen her teeth
on you. You’ll see her pockets as footholds. Only
to climb into something that gives

way. It’s easy to fall into quicksand. No one
to give you a helping hand. You’re sinking,
up to your neck in it. With due respect
I did warn you

before you stepped into the subterrain. It was
your biggest mistake. Tell me
before you lose consciousness
was it worth it? Was it worth all this pain?
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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