Logan (For lack of better title right now.)

The day has been so long. She remembers the fight and the chase, the tears and the anxiety… Logan opens her eyes and somewhere inside herself, she screams.

It is dark and the dank air smothers her, chokes her. She can taste bitterness and trepidation on her dry tongue and scaly lips, feel it within the folds of the satin below her. She raises her arms and the fear intensifies as her hands grasp more satin in the limited space above her. The satin begins to rip as her hands uncontrollably shake, disintegrating between her fingers. Beneath the aged satin is wood, which she pounds with both hands and feet, weakening the lid of the coffin in which she is lying. The wood splinters, allowing dirt to seep in. This does not slow her punching or kicking down. She breaks through the damaged wood with her feet. The broken pieces scratch her legs and blood drips down her calf as dirt pours into her sanctuary. She stops as the moist earth piles up at her ankles. She takes a deep breath and coughs, remembering with raw humor how thirsty she is.

After what feels like forever, a frigid breeze blows through the hole in which the dirt has come. She pushes her foot through the opening, through splintered wood and damp earth until there is nothing forcing against her. She realizes that there isn’t much dirt heaped upon her, maybe six inches. She pulls her leg back in, takes another deep breath, holding in the stale air and continues to pound her fists until they too break through, ripping a large hole in the destroyed coffin. She closes her eyes and mouth while fighting the dirt pouring in on her, and claws her way out. When she reaches the surface she looks around at the dilapidated graveyard in which she is now standing, panting for air. It is small and even though it is nighttime, she can tell it is overgrown and uncared for.

She sees a small marble headstone at the head of her grave, weathered with time and elements. It is crooked, chipped and surrounded by weeds. She pulls the stems back and rubs her hand over the lettering, Logan Rose Jones, 1985 – 2010.