Poison surrounds you, encasing you in the sweet smell of death. Rebirth. A new morning. Spring has sprung from within, however premature. Skies, screens and smoke.

Taught to leave the past behind - we carry it with us, and invite it in through the cracks. It slips in like smoke. Screens. Skies.

The sky is a putrid colour of green. Escape it. Delve into the baggage of our past. To blue skies and longer days.

It's fake. A screen. The skies. The smoke.
Hazy green and lily stench.
Poison surrounds you, the smell no longer sweet but sour.