Buried

your first breath filled your lungs with dirt

your insides felt hollow and empty

you clawed your neatly trimmed nails at the intricately

woven and hidden string that wired your mouth and eyes shut

free, you see the darkness that has swallowed you

you can feel your favorite watch, heavy on your wrist,

the one that you only wore for special occasions

you wiggle your fingers down to the silk tie,

too tight around your neck, and down to the metal buttons

you try to move to the left, but the tightness of your

cage forces you back down, to cross your hands,

like the well-behaved child you were in fifth grade,

but unlike the reckless adult who never wore his seatbelt

you press your hands to the roof of your confinement,

but the weight of the earth above you presses down, relentlessly

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