Living Otherworldly
Woozy.
Restless, the air in the joints.
Stifling.
Wait, could he even move?
This grainy substance, wet
Mossy.
A familiar scent wafted through his nasal cavity.
Rain, maybe?
He rose,
Past the compacted...dirt;
Yes, that word was familiar to him,
As if it were some ethereal silk
In some form of twisted reversal,
His body impacted with such force
The ground shook with unimaginable ferocity.
The light
The questions.
Who is thy God?
What is thy Religion?
Who are thy Relations?
Pounding,
Pounding,
Till, he could speak no longer.
Oh, the regret.
Woozy.
Restless, the air in the joints.
Stifling.
Wait, could he even move?
This grainy substance, wet
Mossy.
A familiar scent wafted through his nasal cavity.
Rain, maybe?
He rose,
Past the compacted...dirt;
Yes, that word was familiar to him,
As if it were some ethereal silk
In some form of twisted reversal,
His body impacted with such force
The ground shook with unimaginable ferocity.
The light
The questions.
Who is thy God?
What is thy Religion?
Who are thy Relations?
Pounding,
Pounding,
Till, he could speak no longer.
Oh, the regret.
