~Quicksand~

this is
quicksand thinking
and you
know it

I don't
feel stuck
I feel
fierce

thousands of
years ago,
the question
"what do you want to be?"
didn't exist

the first
step
is touching
the moon
blooming milk
and full

living like
were renegades
in our own
minds
all is
fair in
milk and
war baby

no matter
how angry
I get
I forgive you
if you
bring me
ice cram
sugar soft
cold velvet

I'll hold
your hand
when you
sleep when
time is
slower then slow

~Sarah Mahina Calvello