Thursday, March 10, 2011

Regaining Consciousness on a Bed of Silk

Voting #: 4017

Sifting his pockets, he brought out a lighter,
and by the light of the flame found that he was
enclosed in a buried coffin.
For hours he screamed in vain,
his breath came in sobbing gasps,
his free hand clawing at the walls of hell.
Then the flame went out.

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