Nightmare

 

Pulsing, fingers closed on my wrist

Proclaim me dead but I can feel my heart

I just can’t speak,

Can’t shout to the swarm of faces above

Me

And the molten bronze is being poured

Over the fire, boiling, steaming

It’s cold metal smell and I can

Taste it on my tongue

The stiff body of my deathmate

Touches my still warm skin,

Or is that the already hardened bronze

Encasing me, it’s cool touch

Fitting to the curves of my body

They don’t want me to decompose

Or they want to be able to see me as I was

I can already feel the worms,

The slime trails of the maggots

Feasting on my hands first

And there is no escape

While they nibble my fingertips,

Then to my knuckles and then my palm,

Tearing away my lifeline

As if I never existed

And none of it matters because

I can no longer breathe

And as my senses fade into blackness

The last things I see are

My eyes staring back like bright stars