If you're reading this sentence, it means

If you're reading this sentence, it means I'm likely dead.

Or well, undead, if that makes any sense. I'm writing from beyond the grave. Decided to take a break from casket... I was feeling a bit holed in.

But I find it's more crowded with the underwood in here. Damned casket, why don't they make the things bigger? Maybe I should lose weight...

I heard a beep above me and tried to turn head to see. There was a flash and a timer turned on. "5 minutes left." A drew my knees up to my legs and kicked the panels. "PLEASE HELP"

Finally the glass panels began to crack. They cracked and the glass shards began to shower my whole entire body

blood begins to pour. flows down my legs and

Pools at my feet, like the nightmares in my wake. I used to think I needed that blood. That having it proved something to someone somewhere. Maybe me, someday. Now I see I was

full of it, then. Full of blood. Now, not so much. I sat down slowly in the crimson lake that had formed on the floor. The color seeped up the fabric of my pants and I thought

"this will be difficult to explain" but by some grand confluence, I had just the right feather, the right salts, and my trusty Zippo, and we both jumped tracks for a do-over.