I sit midst its mountains of glass, my prominence in high lights. The sky – aglow in grey – blocks my escape.
back to me
Then over there, a girl with book and bottle – in a city without – faces in binary mirrors stare: excited numbness.
I sit midst its mountains of glass, my prominence in high lights. The sky – aglow in grey – blocks my escape.
back to me
Then over there, a girl with book and bottle – in a city without – faces in binary mirrors stare: excited numbness.