Excerpt from "Crawling"

The first step was simple. Just one foot but then you needed another one and another and you had to just keep pushing and moving and forcing through a rapid crowd bobbing and flowing and swelling into little static pockets of stagnation abruptly stopping the flow and turning you into molasses coagulating and floating. She was almost halfway down the street. But the crowd was closing in on her. Collapsing. Now she was thrashing and barely keeping her head above water as if seaweed tangled and wrapped itself around her legs and began slithering toward the bottom and pulling her down as an anchor covered in barnacles as she thrashed and thrashed, flailing her arms and signaling to no one. Then the sea swallowed her.