Barefoot
I walk through broken glass,
the shards cutting deep into my skin,
blood mixing with dirt.
Head throbbing,
I look for something to survive on,
hunting the cold rain, hoping it's clean
or it'll kill me fast.
Can go two days
without any sort of food by now,
rationing the few tin cans that are left
as I wander through dirt and debris.
The concrete hell
surrounds me constantly,
I hear the screams of madness in the cold prisons,
grey and barely standing, burying them alive.
Predators
hiding in the alleyways
to kill by night, to kill for food,
wondering if they have nightmares in sane moments.
Stolen map
in my dirty, bleeding hands,
shivering to find my way out of here,
struggling on, out of the city, far away.
