Suffocation

Flowing bubbling crawling up up up from the wells it spreads and sputters, slime and spittle aspray, oozing over the land and sea, crashing over the hills and the fields. It is coming, and there is nothing to be done. Already your limbs are enveloped, already your lungs are filling, already your thrashing is stifled without a hope.

All these years of struggle, and that’s how it ends?