Blue Smoke

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Smoke.

All she saw around him was smoke.

His dreams were up in the air like a gas.

His eyes were tearing from the lack of oxygen.

The air around him was a cloud of not knowing, unwilling and empty.

His eyes no longer glistened.

He had become the blue smoke that clogs up your airways and blinds you.

He was smoke.

Smoke because he was no longer a body,

He was nothing more than a gas that no one would notice unless he created some rain.

Unless he made a sound.

Thunder, lightning, his screams for attention.

He will never come back to life,

Unless he told somebody, he has become nothing more but smoke…