City Demons

Every night after my shift at the factory is finished, I wait at the bus station for the nightbus and look to the other side of the river at the buildings. But at night the buildings don’t seem like buildings to me. They are ghosts. Demons. And every night I see the same City Demons. The same three City Demons.

The first one on the left side doesn’t scare me. I call this Buddy Happy because it’s a brand-new building. People who are working there are young and satisfied. They are smiling outside the window. I see them smiling at my break when I sit on the riverbank and staring at the buildings. A new founded business it must be. And the bosses must be very nice too. There are no happy workers without a nice boss. Sure he must be nice. Or maybe the boss is a woman. That would explain a lot. Women are known for positivity. My Rosalia is positive every morning. With a nice breakfast and a good-feeling kiss.

I feel sorry for the second building in the middle. Seems to be a sad one. Poor buddy. Broken on the sides after an explosion, the business that was there has been closed for months. And for months their happens the most bad things can happen. People are doing their crimes. Raping and killing. Sometimes I hear screams of the buildings. Now I hear one. A cruel AAAAHHHHH ! Don’t ask me what it was. Full of pain but also of lust. Whores are fucking their prostitute’s client. One time I was asked by a whore. I wasn’t interested because I’m a happy-married husband and father. Sometimes junkies taking drugs. Poor kids who got on the wrong track. My kids won’t be one of them. The building has a lot of cracks. I think that someday it will break down by itself.

The third one is the worst. It scares me every time I look at that building. A malicious smile is to see. A very, very malicious smile. Like from a devil. Bad things happen to their inside. I always see the lights on. People work their work at the office through the night. The workers don’t seem to be lucky with their job. One time there was a shooting. I mean a shooting like the shooting in Manchester, Connecticut in 2010 in the USA. One night a man jumped off that building. He simply ran through the window and felt down. 25 Metres. I heard from a colleague that it was because he worked and saw inside the wracked building that a whore was fucking. They looked through the window at the man who worked in the office. And he had been working for 12 hours. I would jump off too. The building is a souleater. My grandpa told me once about these souleating buildings. Normal people start their work. Young students, but from year to year they get bitter and frustrated. After 20 years, their mental-health is wracked by an asshole of a boss. An inhuman moneymaker who watches just for the highest profit and imprison his workers inside the building like criminals in a jail. This building is so full of pure negativity.

These are the three city demons I see every night after my shift at the factory. And when the first morning light comes, the faces vanish. My bus is coming and the first morning light too. The City now seems so pretty in pastel colours. Sunrise. I love this moment.