I awoke to the soft sound of sobs
wanting to ask why
everyone sounded so sad.
Immersed in thick, cushiony, comfort,
I could not open my eyes nor move
Familiar voices spilled secrets
and tears, while the smell
of dirt and sweet roses
transformed to suffocating
airlessness and weightlessly
to maddening silence,
and despite my screams
the silence prevailed.
*Day 10 of the April 2010 PAD Challenge. Today’s theme: Horror