A/N: Written for the PMMM Flash Bingo, #101 – deeply.
A Spiral
It was a spiral that captured them and refused to let go.
It was quicksand that sucked them ever deeper
as they ran, as they struggled
in the centre, trying to break loose…
It was a noose that tightened over their necks
as their free legs swam in the air, searching for footholds
that simply weren't there…
They simply slipped deep,
more deeply into the black,
into grief
Because once their soul left their bodies,
it was spiralling into a black void,
into defeat.