Red Light District


red light

To reveal my heart

Is to invite infection

Another layer

To stymy the flow of blood

Another truncated smile


Delivered with grace

Despite an abiding nausea

I retract my claws

And shroud my spirit within

The flesh can act unaided


Hope is salt water,

A necessary anguish

That can, if misused,

Result in fatality

Survival is tantamount


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