Nightmare #4

Wandering like vapour clouds through darkened corridors that suck the marrow from the soul and cause the dampened air to cling like mesh.

Plundering the winter shrouds through sparkling open doors that, wide and narrow, makes our goal to praise the pampered lair that stings the flesh.

Pandering to silent crowds those wailing sobbing whores that ply their sallow naked fayre to scourge the sampled air and wring the cash.

Squandering the violence loud, those bobbing foreign shores that buy their shallow dead-head glare to purge the crumpled hair that brings the crash.

Steve Wheeler © 22 February, 2023

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