Heavy laden shards of glass
sit upon my erratic chest.
I lay upon a cold, harsh bed.
My unwieldy limbs, frozen to my sides.
My skullcap too massive to heft.
My cranium felt shattered,
from a Jackhammer relentlessly
excavating my brain.
I struggled desperately to speak,
yet, not, one whisper transpired.

➰➰➰

Fear eerily gripped my entrails.
Maliciously forming like concrete.
I know, without a doubt, that I screamed,
yet, no one took notice.
Blurred outlines furiously scurried about.
Then wondrously, the anxiety lifted.
A puff of wind, then a slanted rain.
As the darkness gained a chokehold.
I plummeted deeper and deeper
into a pool of ebony sludge.

➰➰➰

Death cut deep, my life energy seeped.
The sludge wobbled and gently rocked
me in slumber.
Awareness of the situation
slipped my perception.
Silver arrows shot from my eyes.
Then, formed and appeared...