First Line Friday

Below them, the dark streets

beckoned with crimson light

 

Scarlet desires

ignoring

dark exploitation

for a brief moment

before the stars

stop twinkling

and hope disappears

into oblivion.

 

Vultures swoop

to nibble on dead meat

their dreams buried

in purple netherlands

where flashes of desire

intoxicated power

descend to the depth

of spent humanity.

 

Hollow cases of beauty

and desirability

straddle the streets

drawing emptiness

hoping to rejuvenate

barrenness

where greenery

once emanated.

 

Below them, the crimson

transitions to blackened blues

 

First Line Friday at MLMM