Silence: A Halloween Nightmare



The silence surprises me—
no more thumping from my chest—
no more swooshing through my ears—
the little gurgles of a living body
are now absent and missed.

The last light to enter these eyes
was from cold clinical fluorescents
as they sewed down my lids—
I felt the puncture of every needle,
including the embalmer’s.

Limbs useless, muscles atrophied,
a mind still spinning,
trapped inside a skull in pain,
feeling every itch of my skin—
nose filled with putrid rot.

The last sound was the dirt
hitting the top of the coffin.
Now— eternal silence
which I am unable to fill
with my screams.

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9 Responses to Silence: A Halloween Nightmare

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Wow! Now that’s scary!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    This is brilliant! 🖤

    Liked by 1 person

  3. jupitergrant says:

    Fantastic! Very dark!

    Liked by 1 person

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