the late escape.
trying to run through quick sand
knowing the thickness of its consistency and
the quickness of its sinking.
so i start sinking, as i keep attempting to
run , as far away as i humanly can but
i don't stand a chance , this quick sand's
got me - pulling quicker than i can think.
and this image has been on repeat.
over . and over. and over again .
quick sand won't let me stand.
