Suffocation (a poem)

celestial bodies high up above

are partially hidden in this

light-polluted city where

we hear screams from

four-story buildings &

smell pulsing humanity,

seeping thru the walls

of our studio apartments –

faces push thru ceilings,

arms, legs punch thru walls,

& we cannot escape the

multiplying humanity:

they suffocate us

in our sleep

(Photo by Karthik Chandran on Unsplash)

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