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the ground breaks.

a snow white hand clad with dirt springs free from the earth's fatal clutches, dark dirt tumbling and moving as if breathing as a figure pulls his tired body away from the ground's treacherous hold.

tired, tired, he's so tired. his eyelids flutter, dust gracing his raven eyelashes that move with speed and grace like that of a butterfly's wings. he pulls himself from his grave, legs refusing to cooperate and laying limp like a rag doll and yet carrying the weight of steel.

dirt encrusted under his broken fingernails, he digs them into the dirt where the green blades of grass sport from and uses his upper body strength although his muscles feel unused, tired, if they could they'd be covered in a thin layer of dust like an abandoned grand piano, forgotten, they would.

grunts and painful wheezes rack his beat up body, the noises escaping from pale lips kissed by cruel death and filth. he lays on the earth, dark eyes racing.

where, where am i?

then another thought that struck fear in his heart that wasn't supposed to beat.

who, who am i?