We all have them

These slivers of human-

ity

Machines cranking out sim-

ilar responses to circumstanc-

es

Paradox drips from the leaves of shade tree-

s

Because we are all human.

I ran past the strip of bars this morning at 7:30-

am

The stench of stale alcohol and musty, molding bod-

ies

Met my nose and made me want to wretch

Turning the corner, three withered faces stared at me-

Eyes sunken in.

Their dirty exterior barely hanging on wi-

th threads of skin

Around the eyes an-

d mouth

Loose and droop-

Ing.

Baskets of sorrow

Catching salty tears.

I sucked in hard trying no-

t to stare, the cold air burn-

ing my lungs.

A sliver of human-

ity come to save me.