The City

She engulfs you

Wraps you around her finger

Makes you dance to her unsteady heartbeat

Too fast for you to keep up

Everyone wants a piece of her

No matter the cost

They are lost, trying to get by,

As they stumble through the stream of

Various shades, stenches and senses

When they breathe in the scents

Of her stolen innocence

They will try to savor it

Like addicts uncertain of their next high

She is desired.

So why should she wait for you?

Martha

Martha was listening to ‘Ich will nicht nach Berlin’ by Kraftklub while writing this poem.