Hole

Loose earth crumbles under every step taken
Sand sifts away leaving bare bones to see the sunlight
Grinning up at the light with deceptive bleached surfaces
Inside it's not all gone yet
Inside it still knows what happened
Inside its brain still festers with old thoughts

Maybe it's better to sink slowly than step
Then at least the insides aren't disturbed, nobody has to see
And judge, and these wounds of the living can stay hidden
Instead of being ripped back open
Instead of letting sand grind into the raw flesh
Instead of every weakness glowing like a light in the eyeless gaze

This body isn't strong enough to work against that old enemy Gravity
And this tongue would do better to lie still and silent
Instead of stirring that deceptively still ground
Ruining the foundation that didn't exist
Ruining the bonds we thought held strong
Ruining any assurance I had that maybe

I could do this