Holler through the streets

Apertures travel potholed planes
Hemorrhaging
Taut bodies.
Mittens fastened to bars
Steaming of haste.
Swinging like
The insides of a cage:
Hungry to live.
--
Elbows nest
On the dozen erstwhile
Fairy tales stamped across every classroom window,
Until
An unassuming brick sends
Waves through glass,
Cracking contemplation.

At once,
Entire anatomies wrestle at the doors,
Tumbling onto one another
To rhymes of fluid tarmac.
--
By the time,
The doorbells ring in unison,
Even the hawkers fall mum,
Only the loose-kneed beggar
Left,
Clasping notes accrued in his palm.

The writer, 18, is a private
A-level student