Forcing these fingers to
walk the grey
backed into a dismal fogged corner
access the guide in dull
guttural shadows
I walk down dark alleys blind, hoping
to get mugged
a rape will awaken me
incision of a stranger's blade emblazon me
pinning poetry like a purple
heart to my breast
I'd invite you into this sunless bordello
damp fallen leaves adorning my
den of inspiration
of iniquity
but I know what kind of hidden spider
you will find.
TA
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