Bus Stop

by LadyWaszky   Mar 7, 2011


Waiting...
for a bus that may never come,
To venture into the muddy slush of society.
Carcinogens cloud the city air.
Hustling, bustling, sidewalks so crowded.
Shall I increase my risk of cancer today?
Shall I risk it all? Attempt to defeat death?

Hmm, hawwww,
beep beep beep.
Click click.

I swipe my card.
My Journey Begins.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Kiko

    This is a very interesting take on urban living. Makes me long for those simpler days of yesteryear, when the air was still clean.
    Nice job with this. :)

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