Burn

Finally, oh FINALLY someone came to open the crate. The sound of each nail being plied out of the wood never sounded so sweet, never sounded so beautiful. The anticipation for relief was so overwhelming that tears overflowed my eyes. The lid flew off, and light burst into the crate. My eyes burned trying to readjust. While squinting my eyes, I saw a black figure approach us. One by one the figure lifted us out of the crate and dropped us to the floor. Blood rushed up and down my body. The heat of my blood burned my leg and toes. I grimaced and groaned in agony. I lay on the ground wanting to move, wanting to see, but I was so paralyzed. I am a snail covered in salt.