Hi,
This piece is mostly what it says on the tin---the Wall and concrete apartments and murder of an soldier and acid rain and the cheapest cigarettes rolled and palmed in snuff more sawdust and cotton shavings than tobacco. I originally set out for somewhat of an narrative-oriented poem set underground in the U-Bahn system but I've found its grown to something else. (Espionage-noir adjacent? That's the best I can describe it.) The piece been trimmed for fat an couple times and then read aloud/revised again--but I think I probably need an eye over it again before sending it out.
General crit is fine for this one, anything that strikes your fancy, really. I'm up for flow, narrative, structure, etc.
All the best to you.
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