Alive
Something has awakened you.
Your bed is soft--silky too.
You start to feel around,
side to side, up and down.
Then, you freeze--
screaming inside your mind.
Your mouth has been sutured shut.
It seems you’ve been buried alive.
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
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