It was thick, sticky, clogging, clinging, and slimy.
It slithered and smeared itself all over her heart.
She tried to yank it off to no avail.
It had taken a life of its own.
The three-headed monster, “fear, grief, misery,” terrorized her soul.
It permeated every pore of her bewildered mind.
She slowly suffocated as the quicksand of depression sucked her in.
The more she panicked and thrashed around, the faster she sank into the abyss of despair.