Stiletto Ghetto

by Maple Tree   Dec 15, 2013


Her tongue flamed red
with
blazing thoughts, melting
desires within,
her tears became ash.

Lizardly, she slithers
crossed marshes
beneath spirited
dimples, creeping
like a nightmare
in a strangers
slumber.

Stiletto ghetto-

dances upon these
trashy streets,
marking a stalked
territory, taking
prisoners- slowly.

One, by one, by one.

Note: An idea I came up with for a woman I see often during my lunch break on the streets of Genesee.

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  • 11 years ago

    by HeatherJo

    Stiletto Ghetto, I was thinking prostitute. I love this write and the idea of creating a life for someone you don't know. I may try it soon.

  • 11 years ago

    by Hellon

    OMG Andrea....first of all..I hate to imagine what this woman would think if she ever laid eyes on this..she's probably perfectly normal but...I can so relate to this because it's a major hobby of mine (especially in airports) giving people a life I think suits them..along with the dialogue to go with it so...I guess I'm normal after all...either that or we're both nuts LOL!!!

    Lizardly, she slithers
    crossed marshes
    beneath spirited
    dimples, creeping
    like a nightmare
    in a strangers
    slumber.

    I just love the image you have painted here...she's in no hurry...she knows there will be prisoners and she will have them at her leisure....*stranger's*

    There is just something about this verse that has captured me...I adore it!!!! ADORE IT!

    • 11 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Thank you Hellon!!! Yes I love to people watch, and give them a "life"- giggles, your comment made me smile, thank you!

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