At 4am                                                                           
 
Times seeps
through hungry cracks in the pavement
gaping mouth pleads for more
 
sharp heels dig
grasping for a solid step
as smoky bodies fill darkness
with echoes
 
a flash of a match briefly reveals a face
before returning to dim
confusion and amber drinks
 
the city whispers monotone
ashy buildings reach arms toward the sky
 
a bottle crash
whoop of a siren
mannequins scream through gated cages
 
we claw at the slippery moon

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