Buried Alive
Clawing at the walls,
fingernails bleeding.
Eyes fully dialated,
fear seething.
Darkness surrounds,
my heart pounds.
A scream leaves my lips,
knowing that theres life just past my finger tips.
Being buried alive is no way to die.
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