| Buried Alive Anum Syed I can feel the sunlight filtering through the windows, I can see it strike the objects with promised vows, I can feel the wind rustling my hair, I can feel it whispering words of fear... Suddenly I feel a chill run up my spin, Seeing everything from a fog of wine, Someone holding me with cruel, brutal hands, Where was I, was my first chilling thought of fear, Dragging me out through the mist, into the clear, and then suddenly, The eyes of a stranger flashed blazingly, and into the darkness my body fell, Where was I, I still could not tell. And then to my surprise I saw mud heaved at me at a frightning pace, filling my lungs, covering my face. I clawed helplessly at the mud above me in layers of five, and then I knew I was buried alive. |
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