Toxic
The fumes now cover the landscape. From smoldering fires of refuse and rubbish that was left untended for decades. It's eerie to realize I am no longer in that charge. I am no longer the most vulgar and inflammatory. Such a betrayal. A sickening, disgusting taste in my mouth every time I recognize the people that shunned me for my past mistakes are now the ones committing these daresay sins. I want to help. But I realize it is too late. There is no point this far down the path to turn around, it is more pragmatic to walk the shorter distance, alone. I deserve the day I have. You are sentenced to worse.