empty

cobbled heel
shoe leather clack, clack
down paved walkside
the street a vortex of
s i l e n c e
echoes creep up
the facades
as shadows twist
as the preacher passes
clack,
clack,
clack
and the whores emerge now
with their colors and adverts
thorny innerminds are unkept
places
each woman stabs a man
a fantasy he bleeds
eyes roll back
tongue gurgles
she blinks
sees another and smiles
while he

clubs the woman unconscious
with a giant horsecock
rapes her
in the street
blinks
sees another
and dies
morning, noon, and night
they circle eachother like predators
and the children climb on their backs
and whip them
crying of empty pockets

© Emerys Watchel, 2018 All rights reserved.

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