The Missed

It gets hard to breathe. Lungs turn to rubber, melting and slowly griming themselves down throughout your body, taking everything with it. The weight enters your feet, and it gets hard to move, the heaviness trudging you down. You’re a moving corpse, hollow yet heavy. Dead yet breathing. It stretches you, and you stretch towards it, but where? There's no where to grab. The realization snaps. Sharp flashes of metal slice through your hope. There's nothing you can do. It dissolves you, gradually sinking you into the tar that suffocates your also rubber lungs. Strains lunge to the weak spots. Knees crumble to strong grounds. And minds free-fall through the nothingness.