No, not alone.
Surrounded by Silence.
Fabric scratches against
Surfaces,
The only proof of life nearby.
Night
No, just dark.
A thick, musty darkness
Blacker than a night without stars.
Water
No, not a river.
Just your blood rushing past your ears,
Your heart pounding out of your chest,
Your breath escaping too rough from
Your lungs.
Eyes
Searching through nothing,
Swiveling in your head at
Imaginary movement.
Ears
Struggling for sound over the
Heavy silence, over the
Crushing breath sounds,
Over the rushing river of
Blood in your head.
Desperately picking up the ticks
Of small insects or drops of moisture.
Silence
Causing panic and fear,
No more shuffling or scratching of
Cloth against surface.
Alone.
Until like a weapon fired near your head
You hear one word
Ripping through the silence
\"help\".