Air (First Published January 28, 2009)

Air
Goes up like sand
Eyes shut, I claw away the soft grains
Each gasp takes in more
But it’s my instinct
Either way,
I go down

Air
Slips away
In a tiny box
Fist on wood
Warm blood
But I don’t feel the pain
It’s not going to work

Air
The fish can breath
In the salty sea
Choking on the tears of nature
I should swim upwards
My body floats to the surface
Though I demand it to stay put

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