Summer in the City

Exactly what it says it is.

Walking down the street is like
Walking through molasses
The air is so thick and heavy
It rests upon you like a mantle
Heat and smog, blood and sweat
And the stench of the thousand bodies
Pressing, surging up the street
A living river of slick flesh
The street grit sticks to the back of your neck
And your heart is the acid sunset
Bruised purple, orange, gold