Dihydrogen monoxide.
A substance that is colorless, odorless, and tasteless.
Dihydrogen monoxide.
A substance accounting for thousands of deaths worldwide.
Dihydrogen monoxide.
Accidental inhalation of large amounts leads to death.
Dihydrogen monoxide.
Exposure to its solid form causes damage to the tissues.
Dihydrogen monoxide.
When contracted, symptoms include excessive sweating and urination, bloating, nausea, and body electrolyte imbalance.
Dihydrogen monoxide.
When dependent on the substance, withdrawal symptoms results in an inevitable death.
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Dihydrogen monoxide, I read.
It's a lethal substance ever-so present in our lives, yet the government doesn't ban it.
Instead, they allow us to be submerged in it.
They encourage us to depend on it.
We depend on a substance that kills us.
How pleasant.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The water's song resonates with the lethal substance's melody.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I hear the cries of the water, their voices becoming one with the substance's.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
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It's interesting that humans tend to believe something is more professional, deadly, new, or ancient when the title is longer. It's interesting how humans are so easy.
Easily trusting.
Easily naive.
Easily swayed.
Easily believing.
Humans are so believing that it's pathetic.
Dihydrogen monoxide.
A lethal substance with lethal consequences.
Lethalness my ass.
This dihydrogen monoxide is not much more dangerous than a drop of water.
I smirk, the substance's song and water's melody harmonizing.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
When I die, my last wish would be that my death would be by dihydrogen monoxide.
Since it sounds better than stating death by water.
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