Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk.
Dunked, and stuck.
Stagnate and unmovable.
Red Door. Locked. No entry.
Neon green. Bright and effervescent.
Feverish, flailed and flipped
Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped and black.
Unashamed and free
They all scuffle through
A busy highway..the bustling metro…a crowded stairway. Locked and chained.
Crippled and drunk
stiff drinks and creased pants
lipsticks and compacts
short skirts and broken zippers
clean mirrors with foggy reflections
a peek from the corner
Midnight black lash, curled and fluffed
Her eyes, dark lined and smudged
an out-of-place mole, Dangled peacock feather
and fringed waist
a rip of netted stocking and red patent leather shoes
Butterfly Wings flap at shoulders
wet chins
sour lips
and dirty collars
empty pockets
dew dropped glasses
bare floor
silent jukebox
her arm in my sleeve..
vacant stairway, empty metro and deserted highway
One key
Red Door…Open
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