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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Judicator & Gutter

Twisted
snake like
curving
almost a bird
child version
dip in
towards the eye
back out
across curve of cheek
down along jaw line
pain
intense
braided scar.
Thoughtful
stiletto tapped
walk around
fingers trace
eyes
terrified
whimpers behind the gag.
Sardonic grin
euphoria
crested bubbles
through my veins
devilish laughter
echoes
I will decide your fate.
I was told
confronting the one who raped me.
Who knew?
Guess they were correct
as I buried
knife to hilt
through your heart
my heart
began to beat anew.
©May 20/20
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