An unfamiliar cold races through my veins.
I open my eyes…darkness.
Blink. Blink. Blink? Still, darkness.
I try to stretch but my joints feel like cement.
I must be in a box. A freezer?
It’s cold. So cold.
Panic sets in.
Then, an explosion of violent rage.
I shake. And jerk. And push.
Beyond the box….dirt.
I claw through the soil, until, finally:
I climb out. I’m still cold. So cold.
Must be sick. Need help.
Look, a street! People!
No! Don’t run!
I’m sick! I need help. I just need…I..I..I…
Must. Eat. Brains.
-poem I wrote in July 2009-