It walks.
It leans on the corner
and twists its head 'round the alley.
A small nail file sharpens teeth.
Sandpaper songs float gently by the waste,
Silk shoelaces neatly tied,
Deep red fedora pulled over irises,
Death black coat eating the night.
The rain covers the distant street lights in a thin blanket.
The mystery is finding its way.
Left at the heartbeat, right by the sigh.
The allure stirs the breath in its lungs.
A tear dropped and it smiled.
Its hat grew bright and its coat hungrier.
Shoelaces pulled themselves tight.
teeth razored its lips.
The door opened and the shadows grew.
A lingering finger slipped the lock and broke it.
climbing the stairs it heard the sob
and approached the last door.
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