Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Swallow of Late

I am at home and all alone,
Swallowing a vitamin pill.
I feel it lodge in the gulp zone,
And it will not budge from stucksville.
Unable to breathe, I panic.
My throat is locked and will not clear.
I'm getting dizzy and frantic.
My situation is severe.
On the phone, I punch 911.
An operator's on the line.
But no response from me is done.
For now, unconsciousness is mine.

Paramedics get here too late.
An autopsy told of my fate.