Dressed in such anonymity
In such shattering effluvia
I couldn't help but notice
my shadow growing dark;
yawning in the mirror.

I wanted to ask him
how long this would this last.

I wanted him to see my potential.

Why didn't I walk down that road?

And I kept getting darker
and shinier
luminescently squatting
in a pool of my own ignorant sweat
seeping deeper and deeper
squeezing through perfectly random cracks
of sun-charred clay.