[ONGOING]||Quicksand ✔

𝒬𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹

Quicksand

My father once told me,

toxicity is quicksand.

Sinking,

sinking,

sinking,

stuck in an endless pool

of bitterness and despair.

With each new person

that gets encaptured

by its gripping claws,

it grows and grows

deeper, ever so deeper,

wider, ever so wider,

the only escape

coming in the form

of a branch, riddled

with bright red berries,

on the far shore

of this immense lake.

A question loops

round and around

within my mind

with every friend,

family,

stranger I meet.

Am I quicksand?