I submitted. It was like pro-wrestling.

My weight mixed with gravity.

I crumpled. I was smushed

into carpet. From there, I

wasted away. I saw the ceiling.

I saw the stars. They blinked

at me. Curiosity grew but

I didn't have the strength.

Constellations passed one

by one. The sky was my

circus. Orion, the Big Dipper,

a crab and a bear. My hair

and nails grew. The dirt stuck

in my skin. My bones became

dense and then hollow. I shed

my skin as I stood finally.

I floated into the sky. The night

took my amber bones

and covered them in ink.