Black Quicksand
As shadows fall from our faces
We start running
Along the shrubs and vegetation
All around us
We must run
To the gazebo in the distance
The gazebo covered
With green vines
Then we become disoriented
And begin to sink into another world
In front of us,
We ran towards
An abandoned, beached ship
High above us,
On the shore
Gray surrounds us
Unsure where we are going
We sink into a gaping hole
Of black quicksand in the mud
Traces of plants
Surrounds where we emerge
Standing in the black mud....
We run to meet each other
Our feet all trapped
In the black sand
And we see the ship move
Is it coming
To rescue us?
The gray in the sky
Offers no clues
As we run
Through more small vegetation
The ship dwarfs us
We feel insignificant
Compared to it
But it moves closer....
It wants to be our friend
Are we going to sink?
The sand becomes stronger
As the pits of black mud,
Grainy and thick,
Pull us under,
In a spiral-like motion
Between the sparse, thin vegetation,
Our bodies disappear
Our hands flail wildly
Trying to stay afloat....
Then it devours us
And leaves only the ship,
Vegetation,
And gray skies,
With us having been claimed
By the own strange world
Around us
As our hands and arms
Become the last things
To meet the ground,
We vanish into nature