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Time Travel: Six Feet Deep

At first I screamed, I cried, I kicked, I clawed. Alone. The darkness was so black that I thought to be swallowed by it. Then eventually something inside me broke. Then nothing.

The velvet began to droop, and for the longest time a piece of it tickled my nose before eventually deteriorating and giving me peace. The wood began to sag and the bugs made their way in. My clothing became dry and brittle. I was alone. Then nothing.

My hair grew long into my face and eventually slid off under its’ own weight. My nails grew long and pushed into the walls before breaking again and again. Slowly, my own excrement began to rise, but once my gut was empty it stopped. Then nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing for so long I forgot I existed.

Then the commotion. It was a foreign feeling, my mind having forgotten sound. Then another, my body having forgotten movement. Then I was blinded because I had forgotten light. I took in a gasping breath, having forgotten the air. Then I heard the screams.

I had forgotten them too.

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