pollution

i woke up stagnant
weighed down by swamp water
heavy headed
flat footed steps
trudge down dreary
lanes

this is a snails pace
i woke up shelled
(what a rude awakening)

the elements whip my back
soft underside scraped
by stones in the road
i thought i had escaped
this
(what a rude awakening)

everything is slimy
sludge threatens
to seep from parted lips
i thought i could breathe
clean
but my throat is reptilian

there is a stye
at my eyes corner
every time i blink
a flash of red
across grey skies

the sky is dull
but i see it
streaked
with crimson

like blood stains on shirt sleeves

(what an easy metaphor)

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