Sugar Coat
by tnsW3r
· 07/04/2026
Published 07/04/2026 18:37
The air is sharp and tastes of cold and rust.
The music is a ghost three blocks away.
It turns the neighborhood to sugar-dust,
a tinny tune that doesn't want to stay.
The white truck idles by the yellow light.
The exhaust is thick and heavy like a lung.
It breathes a cloud of gray into the night,
a bitter coldness coating on the tongue.