It's getting harder to lift my legs.
I've been lost so long.
The mud clings to my body as the unseen roots below snag on my feet.
I thought I find a way out of this swamp. But the comfort of familiarity has me up to my chest now.
The fumes choke me as I struggle, knocking loose the decaying corpses of old slights.
A torch flickers in the distance.















