"Cities of Waste" by Elexer

Cities of Waste

by Elexer

I am not nearly

As slimy

As the falsehoods

you tell yourself.

Covered in your

Garbage- a core

Of a battery

stuck to me like a burning appendage.

Locking yourself up

to not see how messed up

you have made

this world.

The glass only a mirror-

you hear

yourself say you use to see

outside your comfort zone.

Black Money

Black Money

By Elissa Rosenthal

I gave up my dreams to serve you,

toxic overlays of unrest.

Sleepless gasping on dead waste,

clogs your nightmares.

Gaping holes filled with money,

so sticky they pull you into,

the consumption.

You crave for needs not met by your own,

filling your graveyard with the dead touch,

of long dead beings,

so you feel like you have at least received,

gentleness from something.