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Stray Dog Rubies
One by one they'll slowly arrive,
like drunken moths fanning humid nights.
Crash landing into the brain pan of mankind.
Howling like a stray dog on fire.
They suckle away the nectar from life.
Panning flecks of silver from hopeful eyes.
Only sated when they've bled the well dry.
Howling like a stray dog on fire.
Like vampires, they feed off periwinkle fear.
Reflectionless savages of funhouse mirrors...
Black stains bleeding into the fabric of dream...
soiling the few, remaining ponds of pristine.
Wishing to leave a string of rubies on the wrist...
or a devil's knot around a porcelain neck...
black powder to the temple of every regret...
the howl of a burning stray, you'll never forget.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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