17

She lay there abandoned.

Lost,

Alone.

Roaming the streets of the city at night.

Where her blood dripped

She called home.

Staining where

She stripped

Bare bone.

 

 

Dancing the night away

To a bare tone:

The beats of lust.

The melody of need.

Shadows frolic where they must,

Not for greed.

 

Tomorrow she got to eat.

Needs to feed.

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