Burried Alive

Burried Alive

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I dig from below,

the soil embedded beneath my nails

clawing, scratching...

Screams muffled by gulps of dirt

soil trapped between my lips allowing no air

my feet pushing the dirt back into the earth

shaking..twisting...

collapsing against the pushed in walls

can't see, it's dark

no way out

air supply almost used up

I see a small hole letting the night sky in

I keep digging, scratching

my nails bleed as I push the last bit of dirt out of my way

my body frail and tired

I pull myself from the earth as if to be reborn

my ribs and various body parts ache

I lay in the stillness of the night

bare against the ground so limp

closing my eyes and taking small deep breaths

my thoughts adjust to the reality

I say thank you to God above for your help

cause there is no worse feeling

than being buried alive.



8/18/14-Jessica Thompson
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Nance Avatar
August 18, 2014 at 5:39 PM
Creepy! I would not want to experience that either, but you made it feel so real, well done sweetie, cringe and smile :)
Thompson Avatar
August 18, 2014 at 6:46 PM
Thank you Casarah, always so kind about my work, always enjoy hearing from you my friend. This poem is a bit of a darker piece, but I am glad it conveyed the intended picture. Take care doll, Jess xoxo :)
Corbin Avatar
August 18, 2014 at 1:08 PM
Boy, this is so good it made me feel squeamish. I did see a movie (Kill Bill) where Uma Thurman had to get out and I can't help but believe this is what she was thinking. Excellent! Jim
Thompson Avatar
August 18, 2014 at 1:19 PM
Thank you J.R, I'm glad you liked this piece as well. I have seen that movie as well. I personally couldn't imagine being buried alive, very scary thought. Take care, Jess:)
Allison Avatar
August 18, 2014 at 12:23 PM
oh how deep and dark Jessica - i can think of nothing worse:-( Hugs jan xxx
Thompson Avatar
August 18, 2014 at 1:03 PM
Thank you Jan for stopping by to leave a comment, nice to see you. I hope you are well. I agree, it is very dark, and I think it would be very scary to be in that position. Take care my friend, Jess :)
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