The Sharp-Tongued Death

Broken bottles and tired eyes

Filled with tears you never meant to cry

The corroding building where you go to play

is the only place where your thoughts go astray

 

Eyes are coated in the eyeliner from yesterday

Prone to exponential decay

Mind shut off the worries and doubts

don't want those thoughts coming out

 

Untied Converse with a grunge toe

waiting in line for your necessary espresso

A few dollars left but not enough 

to stand at the corner and get the bus to stop

 

You're stuck on the corner long enough for the kind man to give you a ride

You quickly accept and give him a small smile

Unsuspectingly hopped in the car

and closed your eyes to dream

He slams on the brakes at a stop sign and you begin to think

Turning a slight cheek as he gives you a sly wink,

you crack open the door and jump out on the street.

 

Your alias can't save you now

Popped, Swallowed, and Drowned

Mind too foggy to hold your doubt

swinging your fist as he follows you down

 

Running and Running as fast as you can

But you tripped on your shoe lace, so he throws you his backhand.

You look down at the asphalt

thinking this is it

you could've saved yourself

but your mouth was too quick.

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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