True Blue Topaz

I know you don't have much time.
So, I won't take much.
See if you can hold your breath for as long as it takes to read this.

Go!

The Universe is infinitely large, and small.
The Earth is within it.
A man waits in the car.
There's the lightest drizzle.
Trees grow, so many trees would be here.
But they're mowed down or uprooted.
The motor runs, smoke from fire.
He doesn't deserve to be forgiven.
Dark gray exhaust builds in the car.
CO2 builds.
Blood turns blue.

Is this suicide?
No.
It's just a metaphor.

Green turns brown.
Soot chars everything.
We're suffocating Her.

Is this suicide?

Yes.
We're suffocating.

CO2 builds, so much bad blood.
Green turns brown.
White turns gray.
Soot chars everything.

This blue topaz is shining with the light of life.
He doesn't deserve to be forgiven.
He now knows this.
So, he might be.

Where is She?
Why doesn't She "do something about it?!"
Does She not have control?!
Bad blood builds, turns us blue.

Now, breathe.