poems Quicksand July 31, 2013by heather anne Head sunk under sand,electric pulse overwhelms.Empowered lungs breathe. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Don’t breathe under sand! Good to see you’re so actively writing again 🙂
thanks! Gotta try and keep up with you 😉
I’ve been slacking. Had my teeth pulled and can’t think straight x.x Finally getting a groove back.
Ostrich
ahahaha!
you just blew my mind on my own work.