Air, seething beneath, knocks on earthen doors,
Leaves rustling above, where once she had danced.
Not hint of regret, not pang of remorse—
She kicks and she undulates to survive.

Air, seething beneath, remembers—
Joys. Pains.
Earthly chains attached to her arms—
Sharp. Cold.

Air, seething beneath,
Flies toward the sky . . .

Only to be sealed.

Air, seething beneath, becomes cold—
Forgets to fight, forgets to breathe.

Air suffocates—
Crumbles.
Withers.

Slumbers.
Bemoans.

Concedes.

Di­es.