"Not Meant to be Doing This"

 by Emily Kuznia

 

The cold black eats my foot,

wet and hairy with swamp weeds,

sucking at my sandal.

The mud holds me tight.

It licks my ankles,

spits on my jeans.

Slower,

I pull,

I’m free.

It catches me again.

An egret stares.

 

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