03/10/19

~ badpoetrysaba

Precipitation percolates through gap-toothed brick.
Frowning arches sigh fogs of fetid breath;
Caustic sulphur belches.
Saliva stagnates on rough-tongued roads.
The city’s empty belly rumbles.

Published by badpoetrysaba

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