Noir (Remove filter)
You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm

Recent Comments
John Marks on Sad
6 hours ago
Frances Macaulay Forde on My Car
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Our Eden
10 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Punch Line
13 hours ago
Gillian P on Our Eden
14 hours ago
Gillian P on Hidden
15 hours ago
Gillian P on Hidden
15 hours ago
Sergey Dobrenkov on Sad
20 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on but because
20 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Hidden
20 hours ago