Crescendo

Written By - Tessa Cash

Oh pain.
You’re a crescendo striped down my body
Like the pajamas of a prisoner stuck,
In amidst her angst filled mind.

I walk down streets paved with what the world has shunned
They cry urine stains horizontal down the dirty minced stones.
I scream silently for everything I see
And drop copper in a paper cup

That might end up in a a syringe
In a vein
In an arm
To numb the same pain I feel.