buried alive-for mum
no matter how much dirt you pack
on the small grave
you cant ever suffocate
what youve created
erasing it from time
my screams will echo
rising from the ground
no matter where you are
and it will corrupt your head
not letting you free
a thousand bolts
will not hold me under
i am still alive
able to come back
unbury myself
from this shallow grave youve made
my eyes opened
worms and bugs
scurried off
ridged bones moving again
fingers scratch and claw
digging to the surface
when it is reached
the skeleton stands
knowing your secrets
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