Pervert (pt1)

The city pulsates like a stress induced migraine

,humming to the percussion of every commuters foot steps.

Its hand loops and strings sunlight into a  needle that stitches

sky together along with earth as the cities clothes.

This city isn’t worthy of such expensive garments

paid by the wages of human souls.

Its fat, bloated and corrupt with a gluttony for innocence

I feel its polluted breath grind against the

interior of my lungs

There’s no way, you can escape a discussion with the city clean

and unscathed

No matter how brief your visit is, it will always take something from you,

Leaving you tainted and perverted with its dirty blood stained hands.


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