Worst Fear

As a child, it was quicksand.
The very land
could not be trusted.
I took to poking the ground
with a stick.
In retrospect, this fear
was sound.
It wasn’t the quick

that terrified,
but the slow
drown.


(first published in SF Broadside)

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