Quicksand’s Sting

Overflowing Ink

Secrets slide on your backbone

Residue caramelizes on your fingertips

Promises inch up a steep hill

Emptiness creeps back and forth on parole

Declarations grovel in the snow

Hidden loneliness gnaws on your throat

Love cringes at the sound of slammed doors

Courage crouches below misery

Tenderness is just salt in my eyes

Stinging and dangling like a dead firefly

Barely revealing any shade of light

Sparks flicker in the absence

A sudden pause of reflection

Was this built on a solid foundation

or a swamp and decorated quicksand


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