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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