Violent Delights

 

The sprawling concrete veins of the Metropolis

Runs cold with hot blooded bodies

Paying for lavish apartments with their springtime souls.

The tick tock of the clock promises to lock

Once lithe limbs into place in their old age;

Until then, mouths make like a bolt-

Fastening two souls like a zipper

Beneath the bruise spilling from the neon light.

The moths dance beneath the glow

Until it is their time to go

Back to their separate worlds of scrolling,

swiping, and scouring

For significance within cement.

Violent delights in purple and blues

Electric lights feed the folie à deux.

 

 

 

Megan Hopkin
Illustration Nick  Victor


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