The heavens poured out her due,
wings bathed in strife
gluttony flung itself over cities and towns
ravenous structures fed by desperate streets,
the flesh sleeps with debt
wantonness like a ghost walks by daylight
tugging at the sleeve of survival.

*posted on spillwords this morning.


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