Smog.

I want to tell you that it tasted disgusting

That it tasted Vile

Like Pain,

Like Loss

Like Torment.

I want to say that I gagged on its burn

Choked on its smell

Broke in half from the painful electricity of it all.

But it didn’t taste like anything.

It didn’t smell like anything.

It didn’t feel like anything.

When she died,

I felt one thing

and I felt it as strong as I’ve ever felt anything.

Maybe even stronger.

I felt

Nothing.

The Nothing I felt was a Smog,

thick

grey

-suffocating.

I’d never felt Nothing before.

It felt empty.

And hollow.

And grey.

All the taste,

the smell

the color

was sucked from the air around me

and I couldn’t get it back.

I couldn’t feel, taste, or smell even the worst of colors.

All I felt was Nothing. Only the grey- only the absence of color in my mind, in my world, in my eyes,

I felt Nothing.

It didn’t even hurt

And that hurt most of all.