Monday, February 15, 2010

Tick tock tick.

Little air to breathe, lying down, on your bed
The ceiling's closing in. You start breathing harder.
You need more oxygen, there isn't much left.
Terrified.
You try to hold the ceiling up with your legs but you know it's of no use.
Pressure on your knees.
Intense pain.
Intense pain shoots up your body.
Your legs fall flat and the ceiling is centimeters away from your nose.
Not much time left.
Tick tock tick.
The ceiling crushes you to a pulp of blood, skin and bones.
Blood, skin and bones.

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