My Bed | A 100 Word Story

#693 | II The High Priestess - Ulalume--A Ballad | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot

Today on Erica Drayton Writes, the Prompt is grave!
Write a 100 word story.
And tag me if you take up the challenge.

When I walked through the gates to my grave;
	The ground beneath my feet was hard
	The ground beneath my knees was so hard;
And my heart felt like I would give way
	To the pounding coming from below
I dug through the dirt till my fingers bled
	Till the rhythm of her heartbeat did slow
I dug through to the coffin my fingers still bled
	Then I pressed my ear down but her heartbeat was slow

The coffin opened and I looked inside;
	An empty bed waiting for me
	I lay my head down and let it take me.

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