Ghost town

 

A ghost town,

centre full of ghouls,

sleepwalking

into the oily pools

left behind by streetlights.

The hivemind of the night,

Scuffed shoes, hair matted.

They shuffle through,

searching for a fix,

zombies

to that chemical hit.

 

The city,

dead silent

but for groans,

echoed through

clogged

chest bones,

Sunken holes

where eyes

should reside.

Stolen souls

replaced by

zombie groans

and whispers

from the other side.

 

Doorway lairs,

dead eyed stares,

reaching hands.

Screeching

in the distance.

In the dark

faceless ghouls shuffle,

bin to bin, dealer to dealer.

Their hidden high concealers.

Shadows flicker through,

the damaged streetlights

like a flip book animation.

Angry curses

flirt with the air.

The wind reeks

of death and despair.

 

This ghost town,

where the

 death grin grimace

smears faces,

 like makeup applied

on a roller coaster ride.

Old before their time.

Where you lose your mind,

rather than paying attention

to the life you could have,

You just seek high and low,

For something

to make the pain go.

For something

to stop time ticking so slow.

 

 

 

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