The unmarked tomb

We push against the stone

I cannot stand the dark

We are not dead

I have plenty of life left in me

No one can hear us

But I know
I can save us

The doctor told me I have high blood pressure

I ask my son to cut off my hands

‘Why mum’

‘I can get us out of here’

I bite a stick

And he

Cuts off my hands

I quickly turn to the door

And point my wrists to the stone

The blood spurts out

Like a high pressure hose

Only my super power isn’t that powerful

I begin to fold down to the ground

That trick cost me my life force

I can feel my world folding in on me

‘Mum?’

Like a bee that chances it’s sting

As the mark of ultimate sacrifice
My hands are scattered on the floor
For the greater good of the group…

Who are still non the wiser because of the dark