I scratch at the earth's wall
the hard rock gives way, crumbling
my nails are split and my hands,
bloody flesh
tears escape my eyes, I'm not sad
I push harder against the stubborn solid mass
Is there something down there?
My hands are numb with pain
My breathing, ragged displeasure
I clench my teeth, snarling
the taste of dirt is bitter, rough, cold
I hiss and dig deeper
I ache all over, but I need to escape
I'm digging against harsh earth to escape...
Or maybe I'm just digging