03/09/2025
Gutter Queen
Concrete dreams, a symphony of decay,
where shattered mirrors reflect a different way.
They see the filth, the grime upon the street,
but miss the constellations at my feet.
My kingdom built on broken glass and rust,
a testament to time, and truth, and dust.
Each crack a map, each stain a story told,
a universe of wonder, more precious than gold.
The city's heartbeat, a rhythm of despair,
but I hear a harmony floating on the air.
They chase the sun, so far and burning bright,
I find a different kind of brilliant light.
'Cause from this gutter, the stars are closer still,
a thousand silent watchers, an unshakeable will.
They pierce the darkness, a promise and a sign,
that even in the depths, the beautiful can shine.
