The dirt filled air rushes past my
head,
tossing
my hair into angles of
haphazard geometry.
It fills my pores with molecules of filth, clogging my skin from breathing.
the water will flow from my
body a grim shade of grime soaked grey
as it flows down the drain when I shower later tonight.
the tissue I blow my nose on will be streaked with black.
I smell no longer sweet from the oils I used on my body earlier this morning.
yet in the city, with an appetite all of its own,
big enough to swallow you whole, spit you back out, take you under it’s wing
or kick you in the face…
I watch, I listen, I create and my mind feels like it can freely breathe.
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