#2 From the Perspective of the Dead

Puppies

left in the raining cold weather in just a cardboard box

that's what I feel like now
no. I feel like the box

soaked, weak, and about to crash down

and then here comes someone to take the puppies!

but not the box

still left here

I take a step

and another 1

ready,

set,

go

I run

towards the light

but I still can't see my hands as I am holding it

as I look at my reflection,

I see a pale,...

nothing.

I feel like I just died

again.