We’re in a dark room
lit only by a single light
which is slowly dimming.
The acidic sky is wavering over us.
There is no room to breath.

We step outside, feel the chemicals on our face.
Everything has a green tinge.
Our lives are being sucked out of us
and into the stratosphere.

Beyond our hell, there is a town
with fresh air, a clear, blue sky.
When we try to go, our bodies refuse.
They’ve become accustom to the stench
that drenches our lungs, brains and hearts.

We long to leave the place we belong.
We belong in the place we long to leave.