Unkempt and unaware, her sobriety grows fake beneath her gown.
Cramped feet reach for the air outside her vessel's green neck,
but they cannot fit through the tiny hold.
A sweet betrayal of dreams and years takes its toll
as the ocean throbs with a pain only she can hear.
Unexposed, the sky whispers down a breath of regret upon her:
"Dry land was more satisfying, wasn't it?"
Her lungs fill with bitter heaviness; she envies the external world.
She kicks with distress the encircling walls and tries to inspire a crack—
a crack that would cause millions of broken pieces to immerse,
leaving her stranded with only freedom to save her.
Eyes pleading, heart searching, she finds no evidence of a shoreline.
Fatigue colors her white. She stops trying to fracture her only place of safety
and lies back down on the cool translucence. Inside is calm.
She accepts her lack of control and will go wherever she is taken.
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