Vivisepulture

She was burried alive...

Vivisepulture… {By Sami Khalil}

 

Fear the reaper. Fear the cage…

As the sounds of heartbeats were stilled, breaths taken away, there were neither a remission of obturated fears nor a rescue of peace within. Panic had planned his next invasions as historical licenses were granted him to swing pendulums one way or another. Imagination crumbled to get some grip on reality in the hours of abandonment.

It was a rare case of catalepsy. With total paralysis, rigidity of body but partial consciousness, and before Earth harbored her corpse, she could hear death’s eulogies read over the dirt thrown across her coffin covering even her coiffed hair. She could see her husband placing a cellphone (connected to an electric outlet) by her side so she can use it in case she wakes up with the passing of time (he would call her every night to see if she will respond). Every night, he would have nightmarish dreams merging into the morning hours. His loneliness has enhanced the shoveled memory of his beloved wife. A said doctor, who pronounced her dead, was also doing research on this matter, fell in love with her beauty, went one night and dug her body up, stealing the phone too (hid it in a safe deposit box), and proceeded to bring her back to life after six months. He even married her. He thought that with her death, her past marriage has been annulled. She was gorgeous indeed. This said doctor has given her something to forget all her past. They went on to have several children.

One day, as the phone call came in, an animated husband was ecstatic, when he heard her voice answering it. She had stumbled upon it while fetching for her jewelry to wear for her daughter’s wedding at hand. After her memory snapped back, she recognized who he was, feeling so awkward now. Her love came back rushing like a waterfall. She knew she had been a marriage hostage that had been inflicted with a disheartening malady. She became aware but deeply distressed. She could not eschew her past love. What about her new husband and children?

Truth can sanctify while justice can rectify, she thought. She felt in her true wretchedness indeed consumed by agony. Swallowing some pills, she ceased to be. The doctor went ahead and buried her in the same grave with the same phone hoping against all hope. Some things are best kept shadowy and vague, so he thought.

After a certain period elapsed, it was rendered evident that the unmolded shroud of an ingenue that came in his door(first husband), had the same beloved eyes for her first man. He held supremeness in the rigid embrace, the palpable measure of great loss.     

    

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

A twisted tale worthy of that old show, "Tales from the Crypt." My only pause is that in "dying" to return to her first love, she abandoned her children who should be all her love.

You stretched my vocabulary using terms I'd not seen since my college days. 😎

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! Thank you so much Momzilla NC for this wonderful review. Your visits are always appreciated. Note:
She married her daughter off. With the last death and rebirth as a spirit, she could only remember him(left out intentionally). Gracie millee

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

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[barleygirl]

This storyline is so sick & freaky, I'm jealous that I've never written such a creepy story! I had to read it twice -- definitely better each time. I love the total abandon of reason with your imaginative twists along the path of these characters. Even as I was enjoying your story on a visceral level, just being twisted along like that, I was also running a parallel track of thinking about this in a serious philosophical way. It was hard to say which marriage (1st or 2nd) for this lady was a case of Vivisepulture (by the way, this is a great new word to learn!) So many marriages I see are about stuffing oneself to a degree that imitates death of one's spirit. This is why I've never been married in 63 years . . . it feels like Vivisepulture to me! Wow! This is so intensely imagined! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa Margie. You have nailed it on the head and you are scaring me now by the power of your reason and understanding. You have really summed up the condition of many marriages and that was one of my intention. I'm so honored to hear your take on my short and sometimes freaky(LOL) stories... Forgive me if I scared it...LOL

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... intriguing to my soul... returning to the first love
that had failed... our children have their own lovers and fantasies..
we are brought into this world on Butterfly wings... as Juniper sings.
We mingle amongst the stars. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! Thank you so much dear poet and friend for this marvelous review and kind visit. You are appreciated.

[Einstein Noodle]

good Lord above!!! she's alive, she's dead, she's alive????? a dark tale overall says i! well done ... i tried a short story for a free on line writing class .. not easy to accomplish sir! i was intrigued the whole way through .. i like the phone thing ... an updated practice of olden times when a string run from the coffin to a bell above ground was common practice ... and rightly so i suppose ... these days we know how many times people do revive ... great pics ... love the language..had to look up a few of your words..so thank you for that Sami! This reminds me of Stephen Kings stuff .. and I was surprised she returned to the first husband .. did not expect that
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[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! You are astute and marvelous in your own way, sir. You have summarized it masterfully. Can't thank you enough for all. See you soon.

[Pete]

an intriguing tale. they say that true love never dies and you quite skillfully and creatively remind us of such. there is no substitute for the real thing in the subtlety between your lines also containing some new, well-crafted words for me. captivating and mesmerizing to say the least ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! I love your poetic words and assessment of this poem. You understood the concept so well. I knew you are a talented soul. Thank you kindly...

[Aurora]

I like the way you do flash fiction here without needing to shout from rooftops through heavy prose which could risk meandering. But you don't waste much time do you?

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! All true and well observed. Thank you so much dear poet. I'm honored by your visit.

[Mrudula Rani]

It is a spellbinding story. I was holding my breath while I read the fascinating account, and felt extremely sad for her. How the selfish doctor manipulated her existence. Eventually " He held supremeness in the rigid embrace, the palpable measure of great loss". Dear Sami, is this story based on actual facts? If it is , very frightening and heartbreaking ... human nature is terrifying, isn't it?

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! So true and well articulated. If you read on Catelepsy and how it was and is looked upon in science and society, it fascinated people and scared them to death. They used to place a bell in the coffins for when they wake up, they can ring the bell and the the gravesite taker can rescue them. Read on it. Very fascinating. Even Edgar Allan Poe wrote on this subject. Thank you kindly from the bottom of my heart.

[Mrudula Rani]

You have introduced me to a fascinating subject. And set my mind working towards mysteries. Thank you dear friend.

[Sami Khalil]

I love mystery and the mysterious.

[Mrudula Rani]

I am a scaredy cat and a sucker for romance, will watch a romantic movie even in Swahili.

[Sami Khalil]

All wonderful. Acha acha

[Sami Khalil]

"He held supremeness in the rigid embrace, the palpable measure of great loss."

[Sami Khalil]

"She could not eschew her past love."

[Sami Khalil]

"Truth can sanctify while justice can rectify,"