They’re inside me. Squirming. On the move.
Flash backs flood my subconscious thoughts.
The searing pain bursting out of my chest.
The hurt in your eyes.
The touch of the surgeons gloved hands.
The cold mortuary slab.
I felt it all.
My line was flat, yet here I am.
In a state of flux between there and gone.
Trapped inside my mind.
Cocooned in a box unable to wake, slipping away.
Slowly being eaten alive.
Prayers unanswered like eternal voicemail.