Cobblestones
slick with water
with algae
centuries
drop after drop
building a story
etched
into each brick.
Fog
stretching
reaching
’round corners
sick fingers
niches found
crannies poked
horror bore a new face
a new weapon.
Stalking
through the blackness
seeking
smelling
miserly men
contemptible cocotte
selling
money making
even as pain
roars
blood lust
crack of the whip…..
made within these sewers
bones turned to armor
stalk the death
brought me here
as I become the reaper.
To madness.
To desire.
To memories…..
barbed tight round
unable to breath
reaching
begging
even as you die on your knees.
©Feb. 21/21
Picture via Pinterest
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
I love the poem not a fan of the font? xx
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I was trying something different. Not sure may go back and change it.
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It just made it seem flat somehow, I don’t know what it is, it is a lot fainter and so made it more difficult to read for these tired eyes…
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I changed it. Only have certain fonts available to me on the chromebook
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Let me know if better please
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That’s so much better, it’s darker so easier to read. 😀 Thank you for changing it 😀 xxx
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You are welcome. I was hearing different voice and thought maybe but you are right this font is much better. 😘😘
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love you xx 😀
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Love you too
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