and as the city burned in chaos--
burning down around my ankles--
i cease my rapid gait
and realize this is what i've always wanted.
i trace my finger against glass,
pushing the ashes
into a portrait of her face.
move along. enjoy the madness.
rows of beautiful women and men,
tied to vanity,
embodied as giant stone blocks.
they are gasping,
reaching,
begging for freedom.
a moment's hesitation spent,
contemplating...
attempting
to care for their plight
but coming up short.
NB @ 3:56 PM
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