Six Feet Under
Buried alive.
What a horrible way to go.
Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
Comments (13)
This brought me a smile, very cleverly done. More beautiful, though, surely, than anything on any runway ❤
This is quite beautiful, stirring & lovely. Though it does make me think of all those winters-springs in South Dakota where the apple trees would burst into blossom with mild weather, only to be bitten with a late snowstorm & freeze.
I love how you brought out the personality of nature and the rhythm of the anticipation of Spring
A new word! Such a beautiful scene you created - I want to go to the runway show - soon! 🌸🌷💕
Very nice, Rachel.
The is an absolutely delightful poem. I loved every delicious syllable! The photo of the cherry blossoms is beautiful as well.
Such a sweet abecedarian poem! “ Quick! Runway is calling! Shimmy and Turn!”
I love the word Xaronacharoo...I believe I used it in an abecedarian I did last year built from senyrus...anyway...this was delightful! It reminds me of the whimsical poems you've done in the past like your one about funky socks etc. Love it!
Lol I Googled Xaroncharoo and it automatically detected it as a Somali word which translated to hospital! Then I kept going and found that it means brilliant in Spanish! Your Abecedarian was Xaroncharoo!
Xaroncharoo!?!
Outstanding work, Rachel !!!
Aw very lovely! I love the Haute couture line, blossoms really do, and the lovely overall softness to this 🤍 Snapped my out of my grouch!
Lovely