sticky
subliminal
soul sinks in despair,
in quicksand, it forces
dirt and grime
into your throat,
watches you swallow
only to choke
on fate’s bare hands.
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This reminds me of a song by St. Vincent called Cheerleader (she references dirt eater) ~ I enjoy your writing; it serves as a balance for me if that makes any sense 🙂 I wish you well for the final month of winter before the hope of spring arrives. Take care.
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Thank you for sharing, I will check out this song! I am so glad the poems have that effect for you, it means a lot. Wishing you a joyful change in the seasons as well :))
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