ANOTHER DAY

Head down, just the steps, just focus on the steps.  Close my ears to the noise of grinding metal, of horns, of hawking and selling, of coughing, of brakes of shouting and jibbering madness.  Close my eyes to the urine-covered walls,  a jellyfish shaped shadow left to evaporate and sour after each pissing ; close my nose.  Close my heart to the . . . → Read More: vision girl