Corpse.

Feeling myself sinking into the ground
all too aware of my own mortality
burying myself in the ground
in the middle of the dark woods
with my own shaking hands
the shovel in a loose grasp
tightening tightening tightening
screaming out loud as the dust
the dirt fills my mouth
as I lower myself into the grave
and give up hope of ever
making it out of my heavy, smothering existence
blind to the predator with the bloody fangs
right in front of me
breathing on my neck
deep inside of my soul.