'The ineffable reason we can’t let the fifth element play with us' by Donna M Day

‘She’s just too hot-headed,’ fire sputters, crimson flamed.

Water disagrees, as she finds her very cold, almost frosty, but with boiling torrents flowing through her spirit.

‘There’s definitely something very wrong with her; she makes me feel light,’ earth cracks.

And he’s right: she sucks the air out all of us and it leaves me, in particular, so empty it’s like there’s nothing left in this world or the next.