My breath comes shorter
as my eyes darken.
I see most nothing.
The soles of my feet feel like
I just landed on the jagged rocks
of the ocean floor and my head
feels like it was slammed against
the asphalt.
My hands are so dry the skin is
cracked and blood seeps through.
My finger tips are dripping blood.
I reach out, searching for anything to grab onto
but there is nothing.
I grow cold.
I hear twigs snapping and leaves brushing
and a croak of a chuckle
lurking behind my fog.
I scream a piercing scream,
somehow silent to all my memories,
everyone I once knew,
everyone who thought they knew me.