The Alien in the Alley
She is hairy and
Abstract
and lives on the
walls
with wings dipped in
black.
She’s not a cliché
fly.
She is a jaw-dropping
butterfly.
A goddamn mighty butterfly.
With
vivid, godly wings that
are
lengthy like sophisticated words.
She,
a spellbinding creature, surrounded
by
bile and fire and
hell.
Hell.
She thought Earth would
be
heaven for a goddess
like
herself but hell. No.
Hell
is all she’s found
among
the green and blue.
Loud and silent death. Melodrama. Garbage. Bubbles. Bruises. Odors. Vomit. Facades. Shit. Concrete. Deceit.
A second poem published today, eerie like the other in honor of the first day of October! However, this one was inspired by enjambment. Hope you enjoyed it! Happy Sunday, and happy October everyone! Thanks for reading! Be sure to comment below and subscribe right below!
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