Micropoetry: The Devil on Main Street

Well there’s blood on my pillow;
a cadaver underneath the sheets
.

Fire tears down the mansion,
maybe you should’ve confessed defeat
.

Vultures claiming their ransom—
this body is now complete
.

Soot-kissed roses for the fallen,
from the devil who walks these streets
.

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