Screams bounce off br The scented pine box br A ringing in my ear br To no one but me br Light absent and abstract br Muscles tense and taut br Perspiration races down my face br Followed by salty tears br Fingernails raw to the bone br Air stale with the aroma of death br Inhaling acrid volumes of regurgitation br No hope beats like a bass drum br Squeezing the aorta with a spastic clutch br Silence, echoes in the dark br I dreamed I was buried alivebr br Alfred Ramosbr br