I die as he wakes up
He gets up from the death bed
A dream or madness? My thoughts wander
A worrying chill runs down my spine
I throw up hard, then blindly faint
The air grows thick, my vision blurs
Shadows whisper, I hear their distress calls
Silent scares echo through the mortuary hall
My spirit then leaves my body behind
I die. The dead man comes alive
Our spirits go in direct opposite ways
Mine, away; his, back to his body
Fear kills me, mortuary cold wakes him
The dead man tries to wake me
Pours water, gives a kiss of life
Silence greets his frantic shout for help
A cold grip pulls me from reach
Copyright © Maclawrence Famuyiwa | Year Posted 2025
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