I remember the fear

I remember the dark. I remember the warmth. I remember the fear.

I remember forgetting that I even needed to breathe.

I remember the pain.

I remember the sharp rocks and bruised bleeding legs.

I remember the sulfur burned eyes.

I remember the rock grasped tightly in my fist.

I remember the fear.

I remember the feeling of thinking that I was going to die.

I remember it like it happened last week.

And most of all, I remember the CRUNCH.