Rigor Mortis

Muffled.
I can barely hear any voices
The screaming
The sirens and blaring noises
Of my emergency
Beautiful.
The fire that burns brightly
Streetlights that shimmer
Like stationary stars
The clear blue enveloping me
Peaceful.
I wouldn’t mind the way I feel
Free floating in a world that is calm.
My hair defying gravity
Twisting in front of my face
And away
Painful.
I want to come up and breathe
I clench to his shirt
My handle on reality
Please pull me out of this motel
Hole in the ground
Silent.
No heart beat in my chest
Nor do bubbles retreat from my
Stiffened mouth hanging wide open
Like a statue caught in the moment of
Startled.
He could hold me down for so long
Clutching to keep me from leaving
Pushing me to make me stay
Enclosed by pleads
Suffocated by dreams of
Love and futures never to be told anymore
I wanted to flee, but in the end
Nothingness.