You dig your toes in the sand
And feel the grains
As they find space between your toes
Around your ankles
Then up your legs.
You tell yourself you can control this
So you let yourself give in
It feels so good to give in
To sink into the sand
To let it envelope you
Like a warm blanket.
You think about getting up,
But it’s so hard
And sinking is so easy.
So you let yourself sink a little deeper,
Then deeper still
Until getting up is no longer an option
Because the sand is quicksand
And it has taken control,
Pulling you down
Until you’re choking
On that warm blanket.