Sarcophagus of Abomination

It all started when I awoke from my slumber to hear this refrain playing over and over in my mind, “The worms come in, the worms go out.”

Stretching my arms, I touched the edges of the container which seemed to surround me. Realization dawned as I screamed, “Let me out, let me out!” in abject horror. My fingertips were raw and bleeding from clawing at the edges of my coffin prison. As I banged on the walls of entrapment, I disturbed one of its seams, dislodging a trickle of dirt which cascaded on my face. I was terrorized by a nightmare without end for I was claustrophobic and even afraid of walking into a dark closet.

“Why, oh why, has this happened to me? Why can’t I remember?

Who placed me in this sarcophagus of abomination?”

Racking my brains, I suffered a flashback of unendurable dimensions. I saw in my mind’s eye, my jilted lover kidnapping and throwing me in this box. I heard the thuds of shovel hitting earth as he furthered his retaliation.

Now I was alone and soon the oxygen would be depleted. I heard little rats scurrying around in my dark quarters. I cringed as I tried to avoid their sharp gnawing teeth. I didn’t have much longer to lament sorrowfully that I messed around with his best friend.

But, oh, he brought me to peaks I’d never known. The remembrance of our sensual passion would stay with me until my dying day!