swallowing dirt.



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.


  1. 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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