Thursday Poets Rally Week 49!
Through the thick cover,
diffusing in the air,
bitter sensation it triggered.
Claustrophobic it seemed at first.
Now relieves to the core,
chilling the bones to numb.
Burnt grey it flew inside the eyes,
the past deeds came so live.
Bloody red the white spaces turned.
Pupils dilated eyelids blinked close.
Life got a standstill in the puff,
just smoke reeled in the air above.