Morning rush
Faces pass
Faces smash.
Predator fade-
Hidden among-
Order after order
Eyes gleam
Hungry for more
Than just bread
And egg.
Thirsty for more
Than large hot
Same order,
Different day
Same time,
Different mind.
Words said
Brush skin
Leave mark
Filth residue
"Lose the pants,
It'd look better" —
Results in skirt adjus
tCrimson cheek
Color of blood
On wolf teeth.
Toss bag
In distraction hope
Eye meets eye —
Old brown iris
Stares into young blue.
Food taken
With a smile,
Licked teeth in wait
Of next meal.
Shudder
Head to foot-
Push back
Trash of mind
At least until
Next large hot
Large leer
Another jeer
Winking iris.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Easy to read and follow
Well-structured & engaging content
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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Zero grammar & spelling mistakes
On-point and relevant
Writing reflected the title & theme
Comments (1)
This poem reminds me of the morning rush in London. Stunning!