Dustin Bennett

Casket

Arms tied behind my back, I’m escorted to a lonely … box … it seems. It’s a room, but literally just an empty, cubed structure already built deep into the ground. A lonely candle sits in the center, already lit. They untie my aching arms, and then I’m thrown into this box-room that will be shut airtight in the immediate future. My feet hit so hard I practically feel the splinters of the wood enter my feet. They throw another piece of plywood over the opening that I was thrown through and quickly nail it shut.