Perceptions on a Crosstown Bus

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The seats are wild — reminding you of spilled, melted crayons
You want to vomit
And the smell of actuality is more sickening than before

Dandruff and dreams fall from abated heads
Shedding delusions of false realities
To make way for the callous facts

Views only get harder, stressing to stare through the window
Because someone before you already put their face to the glass
A distorted perception.

Originally published in Tragic Darlings