Sometimes all I can think of is the sinkhole that I learned about in 8th grade.
It destroyed an entire lake and swallowing all of the fish, rocks and even boats on the water.
The thought of it fascinated me.
Until I realized;
There’s a sinkhole inside of me.
It sucks up everything that makes me happy, towing it into the underwater oblivion.
And soon enough, the only thing that’s will be left will mud.
And the demons that cling to my soul like an anchor.