can you tell by the way i walk that i hate me? does my sweat stink of self loathing?
can you see it in my eyes that im undeserving?
does…
The city squeezes me
And feeds me and stuffs me to brim full with opportunity
The city wants me to burst, exploding my brains doused in my fears and ambitions
…
id like to go back to Her that i came from
shes rotten now, and her womb has been polluted
her bearings have been cut down, wasted, degraded
she is sick
if i may nourish her, return to which i came, deep in the soil of her bosom
then bury me in her gardens
toss me in her rivers
and spread me across her lands
return me to her, as I slept peacefully for thousands of years, and yearn to do so again
