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five on fifth avenue

sun set casts
a copper shade
to the steel tinted air
hanging thick and heavy
like a cigarette exhale
who's acrid sickley sting
cripples my claustrophobic
rigid body, weakened lungs leak,
yellow eyes, nervous twitch
as the poisoned particles
splinter and split
that thin sliver lining,
choked down a sore esophogus

there was something in the air

that kept me there
that made me
unable to see
past its stubborn stake to stay,
clinging on. . . . . . . .

it was five o'clock on fifth,
i was five or more minutes
late. . .to see you.


but i needed to get out
of this city, this copper sun set
sick and sinking city.

i said i told you so
i said i'd tell you so

still i shouldve
told you so

Author notes

meh.
my sentiments leaving highschool and the state.
scraps.
writersblock plus a full house didnt help.
feedback please

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  • AndNowWhat
    May 30
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    Good

    lots of imagry, unique perspective....