The draw, the pull, the quicksand,
the rope around
my neck, my ankle, my soul.
The cosmic powers
tearing me apart.
The pressure, the push,
the everclosing bear trap.
The hiding in a secret place
and then the screaming
until there is none.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
The draw, the pull, the quicksand,
the rope around
my neck, my ankle, my soul.
The cosmic powers
tearing me apart.
The pressure, the push,
the everclosing bear trap.
The hiding in a secret place
and then the screaming
until there is none.
