until it is Arriving

I Fell
into the train tracks
just so i could be the main character,
for once,
the subject of all the talk in the
City they would
blame me for the
Trains that will never
Come if they
could they would
Idolize
my image and stick honey to
the eyes
that were never mine

dyed my hair for Halloween
& the water
still runs red
& the Water still runs
red each time i
Rinse it
out
even after all this time i Find myself
in the lines of the floorboards, i
understand
why the Lady Macbeth would wash
& wash the blood out from
her hands

i Miss the little
things in the light of
day
how the
city streets would
Glisten
after rain,
how yesterday’s triumphs
& heartaches alike
stick inside my skin like
Honey traps, how i said we could
Mean
what we
thought we meant and
Say
what we wanted to say

How i Looked
at Each and Every one of
My Cells
until
it called itself a
City

Sam Johar lives in New York City and is currently a senior at Hunter College High School. Sam has been writing poetry since 6th grade.