I always feared they’d bury me alive. Even as a child. Too much Hitchcock I suppose.
They used to tie bells on toes. The only dead-looking could wiggle and ring themselves back to the living. But not anymore.
I knew it would happen to me.
I just never suspected it’d be on purpose.
But it was. My business partners; my so called family. Too much power.
I’ve lost my voice from yelling, my nails from scrapping. I fought my way to the top in life, but here is where the climb ends. Six feet under from where I began.
Melanie over 4 years ago
Liz Milne about 4 years ago
love this one!
Jim M almost 4 years ago
Yikes, horrible! A very skilled drabble- do you read Poe?
Meagan Noel Hart over 3 years ago
I do enjoy Poe. There is also a user on here who tries to write in his style. You should look them up! :)