the marshes are in the woods

13th Febrauary'13

as you sink down down down
you pull down trees with you
trees and their roots and branches
and li'l nests with eggs and squirrels and fairy folk

glee of the gulps - the last gulps of air and then the gulps of muddy water
the gulps as you submerge
the gulps as li'l bubbles of air go up
the gulps as the surface engulfs you

sucked into the vortex
everything goes round and round
is it the world spinning around me
or am I the top?

a wail through the woods
the marshes are full again
the sounds of harp grow faint
the marshes are full again

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