September 12, 2016
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My body is silent.
My eyes are gone. They have been stolen
by the darkness that surrounds every inch of my body.
Every muscle inside of me
has stiffened, like the wooden
boards that hold me beneath
the ground.
I feel like a mime trapped in an invisible box,
except my box is not invisible,
and it's not an ordinary box.
Every breath I take feels like
darkness is infecting my bloodstream with poison.
My hands have fallen still at my sides with slivers
under my broken nails
and claw marks raked across the rotten wood roof
above my head.
My voice has fallen silent from
the screams
bursting from my broken ribcage,
loud enough to wake the dead
around me.
But as I lay here in my
dark prison,
I realize that actually being buried six feet underground
is not so different from being buried
beneath the words of those above the ground.

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Kimina_KatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 18, 2016 at 10:26 pm
Woah, this is both scary and good and scary-good! I especially love the last three lines, so accurate!
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