Bloody City
Poem by Kristin Roybal // art by Wesley Vaera
bloody city
sticky palms
woke up in the gutter
trash can at dawn
obsessed with filth
obsessed with strife
with pain and living
with toil and life
and down the road I see
a new being
a new beginning
just dawning
just coming up over the trees
you never knew it was me
did you?
well did you...