Rustbelt Body
- Nova
- Apr 22
- 1 min read
a case of missing identity
stripped away
down to joints and bones
what remains
overfiring nerve endings
an offbeat pulse
a gasp for air
a shallow grave
where my organs flutter
struggling to do their best
a brain sits atop this rustbelt city
coordinating disasters, aiding decline
as factory doors strain to stay open
but life here wastes in decay
it feasts on its own misery
always wanting more
of the nothing left of me
for no person exists here anymore
just a sack of broken mechanisms
the engineers can’t fix