The elements was poetry to me as I
play along like you were filming this
Broken bottles littered the sidewalk
while my atrocious presence...
Withered like open novels caught in
rain accumulation feeling closer to
heaven
I prance the pavement watching each
drop claim a home traitorous
The concrete's odor was rancid, as
rain tame my mobile measurements
I occupied my day with sci-fi journals
and a questionable bagel
The food contents ostracized my
nerves while my intestinal track was
the prelude
I made it home, sans an umbrella or
dry clothes
My stomach pains egging me on as I
collapsed to my bed eyes close
^lullllzzzz
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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