WORM FOOD

The coffin lid took me a while to lift open. I was exhausted. Thankfully the lid hadnt been padlocked shut or I would have been in deep trouble. It would have been ironic if I had suffocated in there more so as the inlaid wood and satin interior was claustophobic making breathing difficult. As I stood in the morning light, my skin was pallied and the white dress my mother had dressed me in further heightened my lifeless complexion. My hair felt heavy and waxen and I realised it was due to the embalming chemicals they had used when they were preparing my body at the funeral home. A strong scent of chemicals and strong perfume inundated my senses. The sky was an azure blue and you could see for miles. I looked around me and all I could see for miles around me was rows and rows of headstones. Some were tall and ostentatious reaching up into the skies symbolizing their owners worldly status,others were modest and simple, simple slabs etched with the biodata of the deceased within. I looked around my surroudings I didnt have a headstone instead there were bunches of flowers and a couple of wreathes, mostly orchids my favourite flowers scattered around my gravesite. It was too soon for a headstone I supposed. It was then I felt something squirming at my feet, I looked down to see hundreds of worms pooled at my feet. There was no denying it, I had become worm food.