blazing hair and silver fishies
stormy blue eyes filled with wishes
A city made out of strays is vicious
The way they bang the door to misses
The ways these cries are always listened
luck strewn onto those in the city
The way she makes coffee is so pretty
Tell me she loves me more than pity
For I have a soft smile and fangs
I wander behind a growing plague
I barely know my own legs
These city lights a blended haze
The way they walk me now
How the past one's fried eggs
Yet we always behave
risking for ones whom don't; enraged.
Avians to Sapiens Sapiens, we resemble chickens
the most, comatose and rickety. We get crippled.
Finding comfort in arts ghost.
About the Creator
Burnout
Visceral Pop Surrealist
Exploited-narrative
/ikˈsploit/ed-/ˈnerədiv/ A short three-part anthology where the reader's view is challenged, through multiple angles. Sacrificing lucidity to convey themes and meaning; in a variety of settings.
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