dim lit corners

silhouette high

the lust of old red brick walls

stained with graffiti

of smudged desires

binged on drink drugs and empty butts

of No

Stubbed out

in the stained alley’s

where night shades the addictions

of no relief

just wants of needs taken

like stimulants

till the taken is no longer a need

but an existence

of ones survival

here families are grown

from the tattered and torn


tattooed around her thighs

a merry go round

of moths and night lights


into the bright of day

not gone

just blinded out

by the light

waiting on a corner

for the moon

to spoon with

beneath the dim lit night


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