14. The Dust’s Color

Itching skin.

Scratched to the scar.

P:”Do you see that?”

R:”That?”

Orange eyes.

A guy knee’s another stomach.

And leave him here.

He passes next to us.

Bang his shoulder against mine.

Throws a punch.

Grab it.

Send it back.

Hits his own jaw.

Clench.

Spit.

P:”?”

R:”Leave him to the floor.”

The one he kneed down get at him.

Pummels his head.

Weak hits.

And that dick’s already confused.

He takes hit after hit.

P:”The street’s busy.”

R:”People don’t mind that.

We shouldn’t either.”

We walk down the pavement.

It’s been redone.

It’s a nice finish.

Looks glidy.

Slippery.

P:”No accidents over here.”

R:”Cars are used less hereby.”

P:”What then?”

R:”Public transportation is becoming more consistent.

More affordable.

And more secure.

It may be safer than walking on the pavement.”

P:”I don’t see buses.”

R:”The most efficient way is the Underground.

There are tramways as well.”

P:”Never take any?”

R:”If you want a short relaxing ride, the tramway would be for you.”

Itching skins.

No Shots, no barks.

No insults, no injuries.

Only people scratching their arms.

P:”I want to be honest with you.”

R:”To which extent?”

P:”I want to know what I can ask you.

Even if you don’t answer.

Be sure you don’t snap.”

R:”Did I ever?”

P:”Not yet.”

R:”And?”

P:”I want to tell you what I see.

Knowing that you won’t immediately reject it.”

R:”Will it pollute me?”

P:”These people.”

R:”?”

P:”We only visit this block until now.

I don’t know how large this city is…

These people, their skin isn’t right.

Their eyes either.”

R:”Maybe a liver failure.”

P:”And they go at each other.”

R:”You speak as you’ve never seen this.

You look quite familiar with violence.”

A couple behind us.

Can’t see them.

Their lips are squishing.

Drizzling.

Can hear the saliva dripping.


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