The sky… inhale it. Taste its bitterness

Taste the salt of the tears it cries

Smell the scent of the ocean breeze mixed with the damp wet cloth scent of cloud

Take a step forward only to take ten back

Ten seconds

Grab the bottle

Contemplate the point

Encircle its shape

Grab the oval smell its chalky taste

Swallow it whole

Take another?

Why not?

Let the reaper come inside the house

Let him carry your soul out the door leaving your color of black inside, the scent of a pool

The pool of a tear you carry set it down let it splash the floor sink into the wood

The sky inhale it, taste the sweetness… leaving you forever