Wading
the muck caked onto bare shins bloodshot eyes straining to see through the thick fog. Trembling fingers draw and strike a match from thin pockets, the meek flame flares and dies out.
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Machines whirring overtime
Fingers darting and deftly maneuvering A needle pricks a misplaced finger tip Sweat mingles with tears mingles with blood. A grand haul of dimes at the end of the month Children mingle with elders, toiling side by side. Frosted glass windows stay shut, trapping heat from the flickering fluorescent illumination of the darting needles. In and out and in and out and in and out sewing shirts for America. Dust specks float in the artificial light.
A tan glow seeps in through drawn blinds Heads nod, dipping and snapping back into place. Glazed eyes struggle to stay open while pencils skritch on college ruled. Outside, the world blossoms. Inside, the stale air thickens. Closing throats already stuffed with state-mandated curriculum pin drops drowned out by the Ticking Clock Pounding, resounding ticks resonating through drowsy skulls. Where does the light go when it leaves?
Reaching out and grasping at nothing Hoping that this time my hands will find a rung to a ladder that will carry me out of this pit. |
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