A stroke of luck and death

A stroke of luck or good planning allows me to be lifted from my dark, gritty earthy world into the bright sunlit clouds and warm skies. my peers from below watch in awe as I am raised above our realm, and once I am beyond their sight I am pierced and twisted, torn in half, writhing in this unknowing pain. thrown into the cold deep blue water where I cannot breathe, dangling above hungry mouths chasing, pulling and biting. Amongst a crowd, all of us hungry, I appear to be the fastest and the smartest, as I reach the first morsel of food, and quickly chomp, at first a satisfying flavour, I have gotten sustenance for now, but then shrill pain, I cannot let go, the taste of alloy and metal fill my mouth. I am pulled helplessly above my kind, farther and higher, out of our world, they watch me like I am heavenly or alien. I am thrown into a hard wood boat, then smacked time and time again, until I am dizzy dry and dead. the worm sitting in my stomach, as the fishermen slit me open and chop my head.