Digging Your Own Grave

Your hands starts scraping,
the dirty floor,
with your flaky dry hands...
peeling,
from the sand and dirt,
rips open your skin,
see the bone,
the skeleton hands,
reaching down,
digging out the dirt,
see the blood flow
in,
deeper the hole goes,
more the flesh pulls
off.
Laying each bone,
on top of another,
the skin layering,
draping over,
the bones,
let the dirt fill back in
from the quivers
of your shake, rattling
nerves,
dirt trickles in,
teeth shake & shiver ...
in the dark,
eye balls blink,
and the brain
doesn't think...anymore...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!