photography

Your scrubbed-out pores reek of petulance

2015-08-22 15.06.47

It will all come crashing down one day

Sitting pretty on top
Looking down on the harried masses
With your glass stained windows
Sipping with abandon

It will all come crashing down one day

Yet your foundation is rubble
Ready to take a tumble at the slightest quake
Toxic fumes rise up with the heat
Your scrubbed-out pores reek of petulance

It will all come crashing down one day

What a lie, your gooey tear drop

You are all molasses and morasses

Our lives are not your meadows

Eventually we will be standing

It will all come crashing down one day

2015-08-21 19.22.39

Categories: photography, poetry, Psychology

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