Buildings/Clouds/Lungs

But buildings are menacing in the right light of the right sky

And all I imagine anymore is

Someone falling out or off

Like the building wants to throw up and throw out anything

That moves or desecrates it with themselves.

And a break in the clouds

is often just someone

peeking through

checking in to make sure

you're not dead or

passed out bloody

to need to pick you up

and sweep you away.

Do my lungs remember what I put them through every night when I take the same route through the darkest parts of where I shouldn't be, just waiting for something new to pop out and turn me back the way I came from originally?