The city inside me
(A/N: Rather abstract poem here. Don't worry if you don't get it.
Neither do I.)
The city inside me is being destroyed.
Every harsh word I utter
Reduces buildings to dust.
My mascara tears
Fall down as black rain.
With every heartbeat
Trees and mountains disintegrate.
The city inside me is being destroyed.
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Creativity, Complexity, Chance and Chaos
Poetrycreativity, complexity, chance and chaos. poetry collection 2013-14.
