Choked
Oblivion persists...
I am surrounded by shadows in a place so dark I can hardly feel my blinks. There’s a hand down my throat, trying to rip my heart out—blocking the passage that lets life in.
Thump…
THUMP…
THUMP!!!
Five things I can see. Four things I can touch. Three things I can hear. Two things I can smell. One thing I can taste.
Oh, Lord, save me!
The sinister echoes of ostentatious charcoal; rivalling space.
Melting walls—no corner discernible.
In sealed lids, wide vision—darkness duplicated.
Knees to chest, drink in through connected joints,
or the mind could never account for scattered limbs.
The dark room swallows. Screams? Yes. Mostly the spine.
Blink—
a thread glows.
Before another breath,
hugs the fire in the chest:
and it’s ashes—
melting within walls.
Oblivion persists.
— Fatima Z.
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