Parts and Counterparts

PARTS AND COUNTERPARTS scrawled on the blackboard jungle, a mural of profanity – pronouncing women’s names, their parts and counterparts. reality creeps from the verminous city streets. the mundanity of laying out private jewels as a juxtaposition, where silk and careful hands of morality are much kinder and richer. but humanity takes hold of a fair lady’s dress, tearing it off, shredding the human form to pieces, leaving it drowning, cut off, creating the volcanity of a whore. of this insanity is born the fatality of our newborn, with no need for formality. the brutality of drug dealers and youth molesters pulls the innocents down into the sewers. they sense, they know, something is not right, but their fingers slip, their feet cannot grip the slimy pit that drags them down down down no one hears their cries for help. smoke like fog swirls around their sacrificial heads. their eyes bleed with blue breaths. the inanity and anonymity of their broken lives unbearable. the mentality of cobblestone above their shattered roof, flowing with the vitality of gold, silver and diamond luxury. a boy, a girl can hear the click of red heels, the laughter of freedom, just out of reach. he screams, “no, come back!” she screams, “someone hear my cries, before i die!” urbanity, so at ease. no one sneeze. no address of poor kindling tied to the monster’s altar, where malicious eyes and tongues squeeze out laughter. 1/23/2017 Silent One’s Word Challenge Contest