Buried

December 20, 2019

I am one with the Earth

And the Earth is one with me.

Its fertile soil fills my mouth

And covers my eyelids in soot

As I hear the clang of a shovel against the hard stone,

and feel the weight of dirt on my once pink-lips

Now faded to a dusty brown

As I'm buried

6 ft deep

Underground.

No breaths to be taken,

No blinks to be had,

If the police find my body,

Or a stray dog digs up my death,

All I can say is that the burial was quick,

And that my

Deep breaths

Turned Shallow

Within

Minutes.

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