01-10-26 - 09:40
we crush it
It drifts up
mist disturbing those already saturated
we mingle it with the others
swirl it around
poke and prod
it reenters our senses
we tear we cough
cowed but still determined
we turn away
reach blindly
curse
at the very idea of it’s survival
life wills it well
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