Riding on a bus:
His foot slipped on the painted iron rail
body falling under imbalanced mass
chin came crashing to the side
his face a bloody slippy gash
Riding on a bus 2:
Fiery pillow stuffing
sky pulled apart like cotton wads
smokey cob webs and smudgy blots
Caramel paint emulsions my eyes
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