Y U M
by Rebecca
The city was grey, the buildings white
The steel was shining, the earth sharp tight.
The train rattled, squeaked and slammed,
Chalk on blackboard, a whining uncomfortable sound.
The carriage was musty, gum glued to a green seat,
The pattern was tartan, the passengers like concrete.
Smiling frowns with sombre stares
& beer cans for the promises of a sweet nowhere.
(a work in progress - not sure yet)
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