I continued to stand on the empty subway platform. My iPod headphones glued in my ears, even though my music stopped half an hour ago, enjoying the peace and silence in the black still night. Quietly, quietly.
I roll thoughts Of amazing foods rush through my head, I crave them all. I feel the majesty Of a seared tuna platter That makes me feel 10 feet tall. I wake up with a mouth full of sand, And soon after, I am rushed into the car. I need to run wild, says my conscience. Soon, I say.
Through the smoky smell of aged dust a dim light glimmers as the words of a tattered newspaper feed a starving stomach. The fake rose found in the gutter droops in the sickly sweet remains of a soda can the plastic stem leaning against the ragged metal rim. A tongue, dry and yearning sits between chapped lips letting thirst claw its way past chipped teeth. Grimy fingers thump the threadbare carpet sending desolate shivers of percussion through the floor boards. A single tear slides down a wrinkled cheek, just to fall through the darkening air and crash into an open palm breaking the dusty silence.
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