Slippery in Endless Damp

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It's the back alleys that shine in glittering
neon possibility, blood red reflected
in the puddles, in the broken glass
in the dark alley eyes.

Shadowy tales of flashing blades
heard whispered in the wind
as footsteps draw stares
from the inkwells of stairwells.

Heavy in the air, each breath
crawls slowly, silently onto asphalt
the icy flow of arctic mist
laden with the bitter taste of fear.

The night yields its legends
warily, a drop at a time, a blood trail
leads you one step by one step
from the darkness into the gloaming.

Faintly, survival understands
between the walls, beyond light posts
slippery in endless damp
an evil lurks and calls you.