SuffocationA Poem by K.M. Lucero
Cold rushes into my veins and I jump. I don’t like this sensation. I kick and move my arms trying to be rid of the annoyance. I begin to hear a deep groan. It is muffled, like all other noises I hear from my warm little room. But this one is louder and seems to be getting closer. I am a little worried about that noise. All I want to do is go back to sleep. But that cold sensation just won’t go away. I can’t sleep with it there. Suddenly, the last bit of warmth I had is ripped away. The walls seem to cave in around me. I try to wiggle my way out of the mess I‘m in. Every time I do the walls tighten more and more around my body. Oh no, how am I going to get out? After a long struggle, I feel a slight release from the tension just at the top of my head. I try to move my body towards it but there is no room. The tightening is getting worst and all I want is out if this nightmare. I wish I was back in my safe little room. As if an answer to my want my head moves forward a bit. I feel cold and hear very loud sounds. There is that groan again, but it is so much louder. Hands are around my neck pulling the rest of my naked body out.
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Added on November 5, 2013 Last Updated on November 5, 2013 AuthorK.M. LuceroSan Diego, CAAboutI am officially working on my first book with the hopes of having it completed and publish in the next year or so. Follow all my writing and book reviews on Facebook! more..Writing
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