Buried

Eyes flip open to the sound

Of  all the bugs beneath the ground

Chewing on my rotting skin

Working their way deep within

I can feel it - everywhere

I can't get them out of there

They didn't even leave a light

None of this is sitting right

Don't get me wrong - there is no pain,

But the chewing sounds drive me insane

If only they would go away

Then I could think, and be okay.

But they won't leave me alone, 

Out of flesh, they'll eat the bone. 

There'll be nothing left of me,

Unless I can get myself free. 

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© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.