Dismal Return

Smells like vinegar

Smells like sulphur

Smells like you.

Thick fogs are threading to cover the cerulean sky above me.

Thick, countless clouds of fog, mud-green fogs. Vinegar fogs, sulphur fogs, infiltrating the clean, pure air around me.

Looks like poison

Looks like mortal poison

Looks like you, threading to return.

Waves of poison trying to reach me.

What course of events shall I take?

Shall I be poisoned?

Shall I be drowned in sulphur?

Shall I be obscured by you?

I shall not.

In front of me an invisible line dividing the earth, the space between us.

You will not go further.

A fissure lies where the line used to lie and so you’re vanished.

Vanished from my cerulean sky, no more, no more, you shall come.

The earth and I conspired for it to swallow your dismal return.