Death Cloud

The sourness is all around

Unmistakeable scent of death

Tangy and putrid

Burning my nose and esophagus

It seeps into my lungs

Slowly taking over my insides

My mouth waters

Vomit rises

A cloud of stench forms

Black wispy hands

Reaching for my throat

Suffocating slowly

It squeezes intensely

Lack of air tightens my chest

Full panic sets in

As I reach for the phone

The familiar voice centers me

I can roll down the window

The fresh air envelopes me

Reminds me it’s not real

He’s been gone a while

The aroma forever lingers

Another taunt reminder

My now solitary life