The smog further thickens.
The ceiling feels lowered.
I try to breathe but I cannot breathe.
A mind of shock.
A state of panic.
My body drops and my lungs scavenge.
Outside I hear muffled screams, I open my mouth but nothing.
So this is how a fish feels to be out of water.
I can see the darkness.
I can hear the silence.
The point of death. The last moment.
The last gasp.
After an eventful Friday night featuring a lot of smoke, a bit of trauma, and a world of surrealism. This is what I came up with.
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