Bittersweet

• Fog

I am fog.

Quiet, soft.

I only wish I was thunder.

I only wish I could make a noise without wondering about how wide my mouth is when I scream.

Don't you wish you could make people cry and shrink?

Don't you wish to be as dangerous as lightning?

no,

no.

I am not just fog.

I am the mountain's only smoothness,

and if you ever tell me otherwise,

I will suffocate you in my own smoke

until your lungs ache,

and kiss your last breath.