On Inequality
And all at once,every cell in its crimson tributary
thronged to my aching heart.
My chest swelled with the anxiety of a hundred fizzing bottlecaps,
fervently awaiting thier emancipation.
I could feel my emaciated insides
imploding,
wringing the life out of me,
soaking up my sweaty, confounded fear as I contorted violently on the curb amid broken bottles
and torn candy wrappers.
I winced,
my bloodshot eyes purging wells of desperation,
my lips trembling whispers of contempt,
of sorrow,
and of pain.
A shiny leather loafer crushed my lifeless fingers as thier like had done a thousand times,
a thousand hammers pounding me numb from the inside out.
A shiny leather loafer crushed my lifeless fingers.
And kept walking.