Cynicism

Cynicism is a dirt road after a heavy rain. 

Globs of mud clinging tight to tire treads once you're in. 

Engine roaring into the red, 

pressing you firmly and further into the earth.

Down the rabbit hole you go. Closer to the flames.

Your car a spinning top on its last leg, shaking into submission, 

rocking back and forth with the certainty of a pendulum. 

Sinking. Sinking. Stuck.