Grit & dirt

My home is made of grit and dirt

The taps run sweat,

the windows are shattered, 

their glass clinging to frames

like broken teeth to gums in the mouth of a boxer.

My town is a fighter, 

built of scrap metal and machines.

The streets are steel 

and the river nuts and bolts,

its gears turn through rust

and parts corrode away.

Time turns it green, orange,

black with oil and grime,

but my city is a fighter,

made of grit and dirt,

and it lives.

Keep_reading 🙂 🙂
Love ❤ ❤ 


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