Buried

the light erodes above me like the white snow after a video tape ends

static in the air and dirt in my lungs

obscuring my screams

my hands reach like claws for the last of the sky disappearing

under the rhythmic thumping of the shovelfuls of loam

gradually obliterating my last view

everything feels heavy  and my arms are entrapped in the earth

I'm choking on the now packed soil and my heart beats rabbit fast

and then the world dissolve into the dark

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[Chris]

A dark write worth a nightmare