The women in the quicksand

The women in the quicksand sinking
The quicksand of a lonely home
The home of a pendulum swinging

The women stuck down in the mire
Their feet sucked into its lips
Their hearts beating wildly, their lives dire

The children gather and watch sadly
They ask where is mother going?

There’s nothing but her hand growing
They grab onto it crying and crying

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