Say the words, "I was right," to me over and over again until it's lodged into my head.
A barrage you've positioned in me to go off at any given moment.
Like a trap I've sprung that keeps being reset.

You were right.
SET
You were right.
EXPLODE
You were right.
SMOKE

Smoke.
The same smoke you brought into my room.
With the same stench it gave when you shouted those words.
It lingers.
It's on me; my clothes, my bed, everything.
Months gone by and I still can't breathe.

A fire would have been more tender.
A fire would have surpassed.
A fire would burn and heal.
But your smoke smothers relentlessly; never letting up.

You can't extinguish smoke.
You can't grasp it or run when the room is only so wide.
You can only breathe it in.
I breathe in your smoke.

I.
COUGH
Was.
COUGH
Right.
CHOKE!