Sinking...

Struggling,
Quicksand,

Searching for a branch,
Rope.
Something.

Pleeeeeeeeeeease...

I cant do this...
Temptation...

Unsure if...
Temptress?
Maybe...

Play me?
Game me?

Is quicksand that clever?

Medusa.

Eyes.
Look right through me.

So softly,
Turn me into...

Petrified.

Yet I place her on a pedestal,

Siren.
Singing.
Sing me.
Closer...

Harmony,
I can't...

Bad.

This.
Will.
End.
Bad...

Medusa the Siren,
Stands on a rock in the midst,
Of quicksand.

Struggling,
Petrified,
Bad.

She is...
So...
Bad for me.