
Livor Mortis
by Lucian C. Ban
Beneath,
I feel the earth
Above, around, inside.
I SCREAM! No creatures from the dirt
Abide.
Revived,
I gasp for air
And pound the coffin lid.
MY GOD! I’ve never felt so scared,
Livid.
It’s cold,
Awareness’s mine,
Then panic. IT’S NO LIE!
A chilling terror through my spine:
I’LL DIE!
No hope,
I suffocate,
This cannot happen, PLEASE!
I LIVE, this should not be my fate!
But is…
October 25, 2010
Origin story:
As far as I remember, I first published this on FanStory for a Halloween contest entry. As I cancelled my account, I still wanted to keep it somewhere and I moved it to my old blog. This poem is written in Cinquain form (I find it quite expressive).
Cinquain poetry. The format for this type of poem is simple. Each line has a specific number of syllables.
Line 1 - 2 syllables. / Line 2 - 4 syllables. / Line 3 - 6 syllables. / Line 4 - 8 syllables. / Line 5 - 2 syllables.
"Livor Mortis" is one of the stages (and signs) of death, and shows in 20min up to 3h after death (to not be confused with rigor mortis).
The theme for the contest was most likely an invite to generate some specific emotions, such as fear, futility, terror... And what could be more likely to make someone feel that, than being buried alive?
Note: Image generated by Midjourney AI.