The weight is too much.
I can hear the blood pulsing through my ears;
I can feel the pressure of my own organs,
Pushing out against the shell of my body.
I can hear and feel my ribs crackling and cracking.
My arms reach up clawing, scratching at what holds me.
I can't breath.
Under this oppressive foot I can't take in air;
My lungs are flat and empty though I try to speak...
Help...
My mouth forms the word, but nothing comes out.
I try to kick my way free,
But the weight is on my hips, and I can feel the bones buckle.
I can feel my hip bone bending back;
Bending in ways they were not created to bend in.
They will break soon like my ribs.
I hear the pop of my spine as I've heard many times.
I can hear the cracking of my disks popping into place.
It is a temporary release from the pressure;
Before the weight pushes down harder;
More weight...more weight...
I feel my eyeballs burst out of my head and it all goes black.
I'm alone with the weight.
Alone in the dark, wanting for air, broken on the floor.
I feel my spine crack, and finally the pain is gone.
I can't feel my body being crushed;
I can't feel my heart stopping;
I can't feel my death.
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