50's Crime Kills Us All

The Drabble Ditch

His name- Jack or Johnny or Cliff

shattered sewer fog.

A tip of the hat

and warehouse walls dripped thick warm paint.

His coat, his smile, his anger

was a flashlight in the night.

He touches her arm and her lungs flare.

Her name- Marguerite or Judy or Grace

oozed red and glowed like a wailing angel

Looks up and he forgets it all.

Revenge, Retribution, Resurrection

It's penance for him and pleasure for her.

They'll survive

And we, as an audience,

Hope for a monster to fill our empty selves.

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