Bristling voices, foggy footsteps,
cool concrete,
slips inside my bare skin,
earthquakes against my veins.
Lying on the ground you can see it:
Skyscrapers are pastel puffs
clashing against metallic frameworks.
Striking rays vibrate
my eye lid,
loose leaves flutter.
One bird drifts detached.
After adrenaline leaks
from the crevices of your body,
somewhere, someone asks:
are you okay?
and I wonder,
if I said yes
would they let me walk home instead?