Crawling stop

I could feel it. My body was calcifying. It started in my throat. A feeling of stone. It traveled below into my chest. A somber and slow foe conquering my body.

One by one the tears slipped out. Their trail withered and froze traces across my face. I couldn't feel my legs. The foe was winning.

Tears continued to slip out. A sticky mucus formed on a stone cold face. A stone cold heart wheezing to a stop. Frozen in it's tracks.

My mouth opens in a slow yet desperate attempt to breathe. Tears crawl into my mouth, my throat. The world grows colder. In a crawling stop.