On Inequality
thronged to my aching heart.
My chest swelled with the anxiety of a hundred fizzing bottle caps,
fervently awaiting their emancipation.
I could feel my emaciated insides imploding,
wringing the life out of me,
soaking up my sweaty, confounded fear as I contorted violently
on the curb among broken bottles and torn candy wrappers.
I winced, my bloodshot eyes purging wells of desperation,
my lips trembling whispers of contempt,
of sorrow,
and of pain.
A shiny leather loafer crushed my lifeless fingers,
as their like had done a thousand times,
a thousand hammers pounding me numb from the inside out.
A shiny leather loafer crushed my lifeless fingers--
and kept walking.