Whore in the Concrete Jungle
Lust careens a hardened back against the ragged and rusted wall. No scrapes no pain, just the enduring heartbeat of fleeting moments amidst a powering madness of the night. Mechanical crunches and mindless humming’s, the chatter of meaningless solutions feed deep to the moment, causation, excitement at the impending discovery of release. Gripping, tearing and pushing at the threads – a goal most effortless in execution while so familiar in bearing – breezes not yet felt but forever teasing through existence. Life sealing and binding of destinies wrap themselves around the lightened pole of an attempt at feigning reality yet so scared at the touch is that of all that is to offer. Screaming justice stings its fatality induced bindings where indecision reaps its rewards on the confused and un-suspecting target. Beware as dawn again approaches.