Help Me, I’m Not Dead

Help Me, I’m Not Dead

Posted 24/01/2023

The plastic lies heavy on my frozen limbs. My efforts to move are pointless, screaming – impossible. My idle olfactory capabilities allow me to discern the remaining air underneath my suffocating duvet. An iron odor fills my uncompromising trap. With my limited peripheral vision, I can sense the bed of dead leaves that my body is lying on. I don’t know how I got here. As I run my eyes down the synthetic blanket, I notice small pearls of water attached to it. If I rest here much longer, soon I will become worm food. Not that there is much to feast upon.

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