trapped.
knowing you will die
consumes the now
being stuck in the thick glue
of sadness
unable to pick up your feet
your muscles atrophy
and soon after you can only
scream inside of your mind
where no one can hear you
you can still feel the pain
but can no longer move
your breathing becomes labored
the world turns to black and white
like an old fading television
your reception
becomes scrambled, flickering
your voice is nothing but
a faint scratching
as your organs shut down,
one by one
each leaves your brain more battered
still,
intact
till
the
last
drop
your last breath
is full of rag water
as you are tossed
into
a bucket
filling your lungs
with scalding hot water
like an old overflow tank
still,
you think
till
the
last
thought
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