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Grimy streets
Acid rain
Smell of steel
and grit.
Moon hides herself
from the seediness
not here to illuminate
that dark figure
I watch
in her place
as he approaches her
with menace.
Coldly and
steel-like
reflecting blade
She turns with a
smile, come-hither
Foolish.
Blood
Spilled
Like
Rain
Into the slime
encrusted gutter
tossed away
like
garbage
The mirror breaks.
He turns
with a sneer
I stay
in shadow
watching from
my Corner
Where I have seen worse
where I am safe
He leave, I step
staccato-fast
and shake
my head
"Poor fool"
My future
Reflected.
About the Creator
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