Stone weight pressing down,
Ribs flex backwards, yearning for release,
Choking with strangled coughs,
Mass sliding over my body, convulsing
Fangs biting down,
Blood splattering on waiting floor below,
Feeling blow after blow,
Hit my brittle, hollow frame,
Eureka, I hit wood framed in soil,
Pounding fist, cracking wood,
Soil falling down through cracked plank,
Jarred wood cutting into my flank,
Pushing through daisy fed soil.
New body framed as undead golem.
Future dim and solem,
‘Salem’, sitting still as statue,
My stature, fixed and solid.
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