Undertow

Undertow

Grief

Heaviness of heart

Weighs on body and mind

Thoughts, miasmic, stutter,

Congeal as rancid bacon grease.

Limbs trudge uselessly, leaden

Slogging through quicksand.

Waves crest,

Break over her

Tumble her down

Pull her inexorably

Into the undertow.

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