Papercuts

Time.
Passing by like a rock in the ocean.
Twisting and turning like a kinfe.
First comes the burn.
Next comes the relief.
Ears cannot hear a single sound.
Nonstop ringing.
You feel like you're dying.
Eyes dilated.
Mouth dry.
Heart pounding heavy.
Tears stuck in the back of your skull.
Burning your brain slowly.
You clench onto something.
Anything.
A branch? No.
A tree? No
A hand? No.
You clench onto the afterlife.