Wild horses in Philadelphia

Wild horses in the night,

galloping in the empty streets

of my imaginary Philadelphia.

Their bodies, so strong, so fast,

you can now only guess their shapes

as they’re running wild,

climbing the walls of the buildings,

chewing the concrete tombs

of living souls.

They knock down the windows,

break every door,

hungry to feel the life

flooding each floor.

But no one moves.

Bodies fast asleep, souls numb

in the crowded, deceiving net

of concrete.

~ by v on September 19, 2017.