Dead Man’s Epiphany

Some form

of boredom

swarms

over my world,

like a blanket

hurled over me.

It is so dark, there

is nothing to see.

I try to move but cannot.

Cramped. I feel cold.

I feel hot.

It stinks of mould.

Why should it not,

as I lay here to rot?

coopid

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