Faster than quicksand
Faster than a falcon’s wings
Deeper than the height of the tallest mountain
Deeper than the ocean floor
In a place darker than the parks that scintillate with stars at night
In a place darker than a black hole
The weight of it all
Turns my ribs into dust
Turns the air in my lungs into rust
I’m gone. But still here.
From the wait of it all.