Free writing: Bog Body

Cover me in burlap and toss my willpower to the lamprey. I am no longer a dynamic character. For it is calm within the swamp of my soul. My goals once betrayed me, my personality grating.

But I have made my peace with my short comings, they could fill a veteran cemetary with their many sins.

I expect no more from myself. I have climbed to the apex of the quicksand island and surrounded myself with crocodiles and decaying morals. The stench of the later is enough damnation.

No.I will move no more. I plant my feet here, on the sinking ground.
Where I will remain steadfast in Denial, and where I will succumb to my own twisted Nature.


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