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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Grew up in the Essex countryside and currently resides in London. Passing through his 30s far too quickly. Likes: writing, design, the arts, and copious amounts of coffee. He is working on his first novel.

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