hush
don't be like that
it's just a pinch
a tickle
a slap

i realize now
what that city has made you
what it made me

an animal

i have strayed from the pride
found an ounce or two
of humanity
between the times
of utter madness

but you stay sharp
visceral
you keep
feeding
on me

i'm nothing
but a sun bleached ribcage
and you
are
still
hungry

NB @ 8:25 AM

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