Ashes

Grey floor.

Ashes.

I’m not here.

Dead. Gone. Lying on the floor.

Hard floor pressing against my ribs

 

Where am I?

Waiting.

For Life to start…

Never-ending clock: tick tock.

Between Life and Sleep.

Hazy grey Stasis.

Nothing moves,

except for the hands on the clock.

 

Hard to move

Hard to think,

Hard to feel.

I’m a grey haze

thickening

heavy

dragging along the ground.

Stuck.

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