Today marks ten
days. Ten days since the smoke smothered
my empty, shallow lungs. Trying to seep
into anything it can take away. It
is poison. Beware. It
might catch you. It
caught me. Smoke so breathtaking
like a person waking up from a nightmare. That
Never
Ends. Pushing through those lungs
trying to figure out, what
those alveoli are hiding. Even
though those sacs look full, are they actually full?
Nope. It was a trick
once again. They fooled you. How
do you feel? Embarrassed? Good.
You got the message, curiosity is what kills
the cat, or soul, or maybe that
darn nasty smoke that WON'T LEAVE,
Now time for me to leave, as
I always do, like a mouse quietly escaping
the unbearable truths known. to. man. But
wait do not forget what I told you
before it is too late for you too.
