She feels like she is trapped in the sea under an ice cold ceiling with spiky icicles that are razor sharp.
she pushes scratches and thumps trying to get out but the spikes pierce her skin and the ice hurts her hands but never numbs the pain.
With a glass ceiling at least she could see the light and the exit but under this suffocating beauty she can not tell whether there is anything better on the outside, if there is anything outside.
Sometimes she can break through to the surface but only to find another layer and have to go back down and start again somewhere else.
The longer this takes the less air she has to breath, her lungs deflating with every effort, not making her any stronger. She seems to be fighting a loosing battle.
she said... 