Title:Tanka
Prompt:Sand, Escape
Bonus?No
Word Count: Tanka x 2 (47)
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Sand:
elusive, shifting.
running through my fingers; lost,
futilely, I grasp,
despairing as it leaves me.
crushing delusions of hope.
Escape:
heavy pull of dark
weighs at me and drags me down
into the empty.
Yet in my mind I float free,
drifting in thoughts of freedom
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(ok, admittedly, I might be in a somewhat dark place this week...