The sprawling concrete veins of the Metropolis
Runs cold with hot blooded bodies
Paying for lavish apartments with their springtime souls.
The tick tock of the clock promises to lock
Once lithe limbs into place in their old age;
Until then, mouths make like a bolt-
Fastening two souls like a zipper
Beneath the bruise spilling from the neon light.
The moths dance beneath the glow
Until it is their time to go
Back to their separate worlds of scrolling,
swiping, and scouring
For significance within cement.
Violent delights in purple and blues
Electric lights feed the folie à deux.
Megan Hopkin
Illustration Nick Victor