Zebra StripesLingering down the black and white streetsmy shoes etch the night without a sound or a creakthe patterns they leave imprint in the skyas the summer dusk falls and the fireflies diethe echoes of the streets are hollow and deadno cigarette lighters a struggle to breatheBut the closer I getto the door in the mistthe farther I becomefrom wanting to existthe hunger inside meit raptures my soulits all I have leftI lost all my sanityit got up and left