No Air

There is no air
She can’t breathe
The world is a blue and green hell
The memory of air
Was there such a thing?

Above is light
But it fades
Just like the myth of breathing
No matter how hard she kicks
There is no surface.

Coarse knuckles grow
From her scalp
Clinging like afterbirth
Pushing down
As her ribs creak.

Terrible pressure
Water corset lacing tighter
Lungs, heart, stomach forced upwards
Choking on her organs
Trying to remember breathing.

Through the clanging
Blood clamor ringing
Distorted by fathoms
As the arm pushes down
“Why, whatever is the matter?”


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