Senses burst to life.

Gasping and clawing,

She pulls herself from the dirt.

On quaking legs she stumbles.

Feet pushing off the ground.

One after the other.

The sensations new and foreign.

Fear surrounds,

Harsh and relentless.

Light pierces her eyes.

The noonday sun bearing down,

Merciless.

Smells assault her.

Worms in the earth.

Burnt wood.

Iron fills her mouth.

Vile it burns within.

Bubbling up,

Erupting in a putrid stream.

Fallen on hands and knees,

She crawls.

Branches grab hold,

Tugging her back.

Begging

Pleading

The grave calls her back.

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