all ties are cut
in intersections
and dead air
along aluminum wires
coins bleed tension
through quarter slots
and voices
chewing through static
thick as midnight
on Independence Day.
my lips will quiver
against pigeon holes
and tongue-tips -
nickels etching
into glass casings.
I'm alive.
I'm still breathing.
Can you hear me?
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Prompt: http://marksda1.deviantart.com/art/London-Calling-31997687
you know that feeling you get when you're screaming at the top of your lungs and everyone just walks by?
that's what this reminds me of.
I counted 59 words, but I could be wrong.
DQ if it's not what you're looking for, I tried. =]
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