There’s Always a Story

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

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Dark Celebration

Sing me a love song

Full of poison

In each hand

A blade 

Clasped

Deadly dance

One

Two 

Three

Kisses

From me

To you

Come in close

Whispered desire

Let my fingers

Flit across your skin

Burning

Brand of humiliation

Brand of debauchery

Marking you

Calling you out

For 

Pimps

For 

Monsters

They all will know

The devastation you wrought

Pyres burned

Screams of divorcing

Too late

To be forgiven

Fuck you

No longer worth…..

My attention.

©Feb. 19/21

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