i heard a fly buzz (when i died)

 Just for a moment, the
Walls pounded with stillness.
With one arm out and the other in,
I was stitched together, hemmed tightly between the
Clavicle, stitches snaked down to the ribs. The room
Held me like one of its own. I was
In and I was out, it felt like
Surrender, submergence, stillness.
The flickering flourescents burned in
My eyes. It was like blinking without the
Relief, any wetness from my eyes evaporated into the air.
The dryness was the worst. Cracking skin between
My fingers, the only hydration the
Petroleum on my wounds. I try to heave
My leadened body off of
The slab. I am unmoving. My mind is still as storm.

this is a golden shovel isnpired poem (google terrance hayes golden shovel and we real cool by gwendolyn brooks and read both of them to see the most beautiful and creative poem in the world) so the last word of each line comes together to make the first stanza of Dickinsons I heard a fly buzz --- when i died which btw is dickinsons best poem so u dhould read that too