Suffocation, clawing the coffin walls, fingers worn to
bloody stumps. Gasping for air, eyes rolling widely,
panic attacks.
Send me ideafen me. Hallucinating, flashbacks of my life,
I don't want to die. Incarcerated, six feet from life, I
know there's no afterlife. I'm soon to become rotting
meatnto hysterical frenzies, a premature burial,
claustrophobic hell. It can't be my grave! Traumatized,
left for dead, my own screams