Breathe in the musky scent of dirt as you are slowly buried alive. Place your fingertips against the smooth wood of your final resting place. Pound your fist against the roof of your coffin as the space begins to shrink in your mind. Scream 'til your lungs burn with fire. 'Til your voice gives out on you. Maybe someone will hear you... But no. Once you are buried alive, you will never be saved for no one will hear your screams for help. No one will hear the pounding of flesh against wood as you try to force your way out as the oxygen slowly fades and you realize... You will die here...
About the Creator
Sui Gizz
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Birthday: September 12 1999
I enjoy reading all forms but especially what I consider dark poetry and short stories which I also enjoy attempting to create myself. Most of what I write stays secret on lined paper.
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