Posted by Kimberlieo at ac994e34.ipt.aol.com on January 24, 2003 at 00:03:49:
Buried
to my neck
the fragile surface cracks and reforms
with each breath
grit in uncomfortable places
blisters on pale skin
the surf rises
and I am
Buried
some days I want to crawl
right down into the earth
pull a blanket of sod
over my head
and sleep
until I am
no more
Buried