There it was,

my last intake of sweet air.

My last chance at survival that had slipped through my wet hands,

and floated to the top of this endless ocean of water.

Sinking lower and lower.

I couldn't help but feel that burn,

the furnace in my throat that never ran out of coal,

that longed for oxygen to put it out,

but knew it would never happen.

Because in time,

the air had slipped away....