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
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.
but the slow
drown.
(first published in SF Broadside)