Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Dirty

When I woke this morning 
That's when I noticed 
The skin that I was in was dirty
The pollution in the air manifested on my skin
The dirt that I kicked up found itself in the cracks of my body
The grim coming from potholes layered me
I was a walking trashcan 
Covered in everyone else's dirty secrets
I felt their stress in the knots in my back
I felt their heartache in my writing
I felt the human pain that they were in
The burden of the world 
Weighing them down
And making them dirty

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