Under the Hallow Veil (Editingle Halloween Anthology)
Closing the lid with a small click, hearing the pallbearer say, ‘What a dick’
The vertigo of weightlessness now being felt, not liking the cards that were dealt
Hearing the thud of dirt being thrown, the feeling of dread about the unknown
The smell of dirt that’s been freshly turned, makes my stomach start to churn
Not understanding why I can’t move nor utter a sound, as they continue to put me in the ground
Eyes open to nothing but the dark, the lack of sound is never so stark
Feeling returns to torpified limbs, and now the screaming and clawing begins
“I’M AWAKE, I’M AWAKE!” I scream in vain, bloody torn fingers of going insane
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