Red gaze riveted on tunnel vision
Feeling antsy while gnawing on cracked lips
I internally chant the words “Let it go..”
and bottle up these despairing monsters.
The epilogue of city rush momentum
whistles blowing fiercely, playing body tetris
I stop biting when I can taste the copper
and the rage melts deep into my bones.
I hear a man say “I have $16 dollars in my pocket, they better still be there when I leave“.
A quick chuckle shared among strangers and allies, takes me out of my head.
Knocks away the tension.
We’re in this together, I suppose.
Raindrops splattering and cars splashing
Frantic zig-zagging of restless puppets
I race to confined space and solitude.