voices (the hanged man drowns)

red spider lilies
sprout amidst decay
their brown fangs appear blood-laced
the moonlight.

empty faces, blurred vision, hyper-speed
a familiar twang in the recesses of memory:
mother called, ecstatic
'I bought you a pendant, laced with pearls (& admonition)'

winter awakens latent visions
the prophecy of untimely demise - a tower - depths of water - a mound of antidepressants - a howling lover - a bottomless pit - a faceless nobody

pain-ted alleyways with no remorse
reign the city, charlatans hawk their wares at the 2 PM bazaar
'your individuality is all we ask for, easy money, but not quite ever enough, perhaps a bargain... around a couple thousand rupees?'
walking home, shrouded in poison, discontent, a poly-bag of ripened plums

the hypnotic buzz of the electric lights
an unwelcome silence
the wheel of fortune turns
(there is no respite | no closure)

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