Willow

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May 21, 2026

i dig with both handsmud swallowinmy wrists and forearmspullin downwardthe weight of the earthdraggin against my shoulders roots knot round my fingersknuckles cracked open by rocksdirt packed under my nailsrainwater runnin browndown my throatslippin deeperand the holekeeps begginto become my...

2 Comments

Fia Naturie
3 months, 2 weeks ago

I take it that you are sinking down into the mud. The more you pull yourself up the wetter the dirt gets making it feel impossible to get out of it. Interesting piece
Damian DeadLove
3 months, 2 weeks ago

Powerfully penned, 253. Another excellent write that makes me feel claustrophobic my friend. I too have written about quicksand or trying to escape the grave. Amazing read. Appreciate you.

Damian