The frigid airs dissolves my resolve.
Ambrosia stains sink into my lapel and the quixotic subtleties of the day evaporate into the auburn sky.
My mind aloof, as if the gloomy morning descended into chaos and the water torn city was reborn like a phoenix chick.
New life, reminiscent to the old. With only an all too familiar name attached. A daunting name. Wrought with an anxious aroma, the smell of rain on cement.
My city, is a princess.
A crown jewel.
Treasured, sunken, forgotten.
Perpetually shrinking
like the world around it.
A microscopic earth torn a sunder
She forgets I exist.
She thinks I'm alone.
She thinks it's what I deserve.
She expects nothing more.
Water returns like a lighting strike.
Flames engulf me before I am quenched.
Rapture is always free of charge.
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