Thudding,
thudding,
thudding…
Familiar sound
again.
It carved a pit in the ground.
It was red,
it was bright
before it turned black.
There you are—
running out of oxygen,
begging,
begging,
begging,
digging your blood-stained fingernails
into the dark.
You can’t survive
with your fingernails
still carrying the weight of what was never allowed to live.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
Thudding,
thudding,
thudding…
Familiar sound
again.
It carved a pit in the ground.
It was red,
it was bright
before it turned black.
There you are—
running out of oxygen,
begging,
begging,
begging,
digging your blood-stained fingernails
into the dark.
You can’t survive
with your fingernails
still carrying the weight of what was never allowed to live.
Some sounds we can’t forget, some weight we carry too long.
