Sarcophagus of Abomination

"The worms come in, the worms go out.” For some reason, this refrain keeps

playing in my mind as I awaken from my slumber. Stretching my arms, I

touch the edges of the container which seems to surround me. Realization

dawns as I scream, “let me out, let me out,” in abject horror. My fingertips become

raw and bleeding as I claw at the edges of my coffin prison. As I bang at

the walls of entrapment, I disturb one of its seams, dislodging a trickle of

dirt which cascades on my face.

I am terrorized by a nightmare without end for I am claustrophobic and even afraid of walking into a dark closet.

“Why, oh why, has this happened to me? Why can’t I remember?

Who placed me in this sarcophagus of abomination?”

Racking my brains, I suffer a flashback of unendurable dimensions. I see in my mind’s eye, my jilted lover kidnapping and throwing me in this box. I hear the thuds of shovel hitting earth as he furthers his retaliation.

Now I am alone and soon the oxygen will be depleted. I hear little rats scurrying around in my dark quarters. I cringe as I try to avoid their sharp gnawing teeth. I don’t have much longer to lament sorrowfully that I messed around with his best friend. But, oh, he brought me to peaks I’d never known. The remembrance of our sensual passion will stay with me until my dying day!