i

at midnight
her red 5-inch heels
stab psychedelically
each cobblestone
of the bleak street

[ Click – Clack ]

ii

her steps hypnotizes
mothers, at every home,
to sleep
as fathers – spellbound
by her stride –
watch through broken,
closed shutters,
her calves
rebound
to the full moon silhouetted
on the ground.

iii

front doors
slam open

iii

terror,
in the entire neighborhood,
reverberates
on worn out wood
as children seek shelter
under their mother’s bed.

iv

in seconds,
a sultry crimson dress
manifests
simultaneously
at each marital room,

alluring fathers-
with a lavishing port,
to turn their beds
into a cemetery
for the living.

vi

Mothers awake screaming

to the sight of pale children
speaking
the language of the unborn.

Written by: L.L.

2013

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