She is a transformed beast at night.
Her crooked streets, now rivers of gleaming
darkness, the splash-lights of uneven-
coloured traffic lights, greening neon.
Now alleys, now the subterranean
life of creatures, scurrying, glinting
in vague white moonlight. The clouds
are not forgiving. Trees grow sideways
and tarantula limbs press against your bare
thigh. Wet roads sick with licking your feet.
Vomit of sky. Freckling with the edge
of red, the traffic light changes colour.
From the roofs, slick with unknown
moisture, the dripping tongues of moss
caress the back of your ear. You listen
to pregnant moans of cats. Dogs
under collapsing awnings. The street,
again, hard and wet and cold.















Comments
As usual, your imagery is vivid and effective.
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xp is not px
"tarantula limbs press against your bare thigh"
-hope you had a good semester
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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To the Universe
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Congrats. this is dog-house descriptive..
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BT.
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
i like dis....
i think u used personification just splendidly
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this pairing is the exception to mi no luv for yaoi
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GO DESTIEL! OMG! THEY SO SMEXY!
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Congratulations on the DD!
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