[ONGOING]||Quicksand ✔

𝒯𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹

Tainted

It flows through our toes,

through our fingers, mouth, and nose,

flooding our minds until every

atom and fiber of our bodies

know nothing else than the

grittiness of the grain,

the sickness from the pain,

the anger from the train

of thoughts that ram

into all of our friends

and all of our family,

and all of our memories,

tainting them with their own blood

and the pain, the bitter, the plague

of forever sinking deeper and deeper

into the twisted dark of the quicksand.