Four walls built with crumbling earth,
A ceiling sealed with sheets of dirt.
No gap for nature's neon white,
To sweep through, save this cry of fright.
The monstrous walls start closing in,
Crushing bones and tearing skin,
A bone for bruises on her back,
A bone for "loser's" broken shin.
The walls retrieve, a chance to breath,
Two glowing beads of red proceed,
Like vines, the viscose creature wraps,
Slithering through the nervous lap.
Infectious bites, a strangles neck,
For truth not told and word not kept
Screams of terror, pain severe,
Echo. Yet mourners only hear,
The sound of silence above, they long,
For the peaceful rest of a good soul gone.
 
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