The mines were treacherous places,

Everyday a worker or two would loose their lives

And they were carried away never seen again

Stained air and polluted gases clouded the atmosphere

The workers were assigned to different tasks

Sut and cement were dug up from the war torn ground

Long plastic hoses were used to drain the flooded tunnels beneath

While the last of the workers including the woman chiseled off the lichen growing on buildings

For the first time in a long time,

The woman realized all these things

Her nose burned and so did her throat and eyes

As her mind slowly reappeared, so did the pain from exhaustion and tiredness

She felt disgusted by all these things, but she still determined to get out.