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i hold back
Suddenly the city sleeps. Footsteps cease and only the wind can be heard. Whistling, it throws itself against shattered windows and muddy pavement. I restlessly drag my feet until the rubber of my shoes meet the hollow expanse of a tin can. As I kick it along, it sputters to life. The ridges that comprise its smooth surface scrape against the ground, releasing a thousand echoes which i fear will wake the city. Abandoned, I pity the can. Used only for its contents then discarded.
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It crumbles. Words passed between you and I lost. The poison of each syllable driven from the page as if each scantily clad letter is afraid of its self. The words and arrangement push to one side and cling to each other as I scramble to forget.
These I really like...good use of imagery, very vivid...but I don't know what to make of these...they seem very lonely, void of any real purpose, like a homeless dog wandering the streets looking for an owner it doesn't have.
ReplyDeleteI hope these turn into something because I quite like both of them.