Untitled. 12/5/24 6:22am

Frigid

Skin covered with bumps

Yet No feeling of discomfort

The aged carpet feels so rugged yet so soft

Embracing this outer shell

Laid limp on the floor

A sense of ecstasy and regret

Red liquid drips

It covers the carpet and stains

I hear someone

Stomping?

no.

running.

Not just one

Two

They come and hold the lifeless shell presented to them

They feel lovely

I can hear faint whispers of screaming and crying

rushing to me, a man and woman

They seem familiar

shaking me and holding me

I can see blurry outlines of them

I love them

They scream a familiar name

My name?

Can’t tell

Vision is fading out

Help me mom and dad

I don’t wanna go anymore

But I had to leave

Yet I’m terrified

What’s on the other side?

What’s going to happen to me?

Is God going to save me?

Is God real?

Help…