Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Spiral

You tell him you are climbing out of the muck but it isn't true
You are being dragged into the quicksand
suffocated by its cloying messes
tumbling helplessly down a rabbit hole of your own delusions
You know there is daylight
somewhere
But you don't know
anymore
how long it'll be till you see it.

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