The street swallowed whole

The street swallowed whole,

headlights leaking like spilled honey,

every shape blurred,

every edge too soft to trust.

Breath spills in the chill,

heavy and loud, a secret

lost in the gray wash

that clings to everything.

Signs vanish behind curtains

of damp silence,

walking is the only sound—

a slow step into a ghost town

where the world forgets its name.

Fog creeps over skin,

covering the city in a veil

that blurs the lines

between what’s gone and what’s near,

between here and nowhere.

I walk, swallowed,

alive in the grey.