Catacomb

I can smell the musty bones
and hear the skittering of rats on the floor
and between the bodies.
If you listen very closely
you can hear them
begging for their lives back-
or perhaps that's in my mind.
I feel as though I will be trapped here forever.
I am choking on the embalming fluid
and dust
I need air, to be above ground
before the dead slither nearer to me
and welcome me to my grave.