She was feather fragile and her eyes were tinged a melancholy grey
The probing winds batted her about curiously
she tried to muster nonexistent strength but couldn't stand
Taking her hesitation as consent, the blustery day billowed her away
Airborne she saw no use in struggling - no way to stand her ground removed from earth.
Dizzy with a reluctant sense of liberation from the predictable patterns of the days
details blurred, colors melted
her eyes pricked in the wind and watered
The land beneath her rolled on forever
She was trapped
Pressurized Asylum
able to see the world but forbidden to take part in it
disclaiming observation, she turned her eyes to the tireless sun and leeched strength from its warmth
drenched in ambergold weight
the wind felt her filling - no longer translucent
and she began to slowly slip back to the surface
sliding like liquid through the wind's desperate, stretching fingers
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