tribal myths
of urban erosion,
human decay and devalue
enlightenment forbidden
left to the poet of society
paint flakes
as fingernail connects
a worried sore of what
is left behind
concrete and brick convey stories
only as far as we allow them,
corridor routes to many rooms
as with memories
how can this be a composition
construct of words and thoughts
when it rambles
on moth wings
escape can be a broken window
table and chairs
foam guts spewed
he had broken vows faith trust
here eager in his own involvement
thought theory and contradicts
bruised face spittle dampened
punished and beaten
because of an instinct survival brings
hungering lust
to nest burrow forget
she was resolute
evaded and survived
he had been
twisted by triggers of pain
another room
dabbing spittle off his chin
lifting spoon to weak lips
as with muscular distress
he watched her consume passion
with one who cared
his brutality had brought him
to this
left to collapsing rooms
becoming fabric of the dust
a horror myth
of haunting and fear
for others not her
moth had found a window
grease streaked broken
jagged edges did not connect
with fragile wings
bruises heal
fading as time can
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