The Plague

this tormented place that has intrigued and left you fascinated by it’s beauty and misery all the same. this place that had occupied that space in your head where dreams and nightmares stem, escaping only at night as you lie in bed, far from it all; far from these miseries that people call home. you fall asleep to the heat of city asphalt at night, and pictures of the  many strange alleyways and telephone poles. of garbage and ringing cries from nearby streets, and rats that are dying as if from The Plague.


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