Sinking
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Time was like mud and with each step he sank further. Movement felt like an eternity and near impossible. Exhaustion set in and everything felt heavy. The cosmos pushed against him as he took another step. There was no future. No past. No before. No after. Just the fight for another step and the inestimable effort it took. The infinite variations settled and pushed back. Who was he to contradict? Why should his efforts be any more successful?
The cosmic wind blew him back. He could feel his skin pull,
wearing, and tearing. His bones were crushed, his muscles atrophied. Smaller
and stiffer and in pain, he took another step. There was no earthly reason to
keep going. No explanation for how. But still he persisted. Still, his foot
found ground and pressed on.
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