Ravenous

Darkness. Eyes flutter open.

Darkness. Fugue state. Waking from a dream.

Cannot move. Still in the dream. Lungs burn.

Tongue a cockroach in my slack mouth. Parched lips move. Make no sound.

Hear only worms. Hungry. Ravenous. Empty gnaw in the pit of my stomach.

Fevered. Must find food. My right hand moves, slowly at first. Like a marionette.

Then my left arm. Upwards. Tasting the dirt. Upwards. Clawing.

Seeing only black, until I punch through. I grasp the earth and pull my head out.

See the moon and stars.

Wriggling myself completely out, I stagger in search of food.