my tomb
I dragged my aching limbs from the bed that was my tomb
they weighed me down as I made the trip down the stairs
I sat on the couch that sunk with my weight
listening to the loud heavy screeching of the tv
i laughed at the dancing shapes on the screen so bright with color
and for a moment
i was lost ad giddy floating on a cloud of bliss
...
"oh,so now your happy"
i was
i was for that split second of joy of dissappearing
my smile quickly vanished
i returned to my tomb my tired limbs falling and sealing it shut-cc.
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