Quicksand

You and I sit staring at the void
Waiting for the doom to take us over
The medieval TV show
Lights up your unlit room
Darkly, sparsely
Your body radiates a heat
That’s stronger than the cold wind
Blowing from the ocean
Right outside your window
The unsaid, the undead
An unknown fear lingers in the air
A future is being lost
In quicksands of denial
And yet,
We stare and wait for the doom
As the ocean longs for us.

Featured Artwork: Figure At A Window, 1925 by Salvador Dali