December 7, 2023
Buried Alive
My blood boiling under my skin
escapes through my fingertips
my nails turn a dark crimson
drips begin to scatter the floor.
I have spent so long
begging
people to believe me
I have never been believable.
Too little too late.
You dragged me six feet under
by my ankles drowning my lungs
in dirt and your lies.
My head hits the coffins of
all your other victims
the ones you told me
abused you
but then why are they here?
You put me next to them as if
I did what you have done to me.
There will be no funeral
my disappearance goes unnoticed
you rob my grave
no one can find me.
My existence and story
are erased.
I am gone.