In a dark, dark alley
Where the soft winds whispered to scare
And an owl occasionally hooted to frighten
And shadows merged with the dark
To connive and make the heart jump,
I tiptoed like a lioness on the lookout.
My being being self bathed by hot perspiration
My breath selling me out on a plate of excitement
My thoughts reminding me of all the unopened books of my life
My hands fearfully clutching my being as if in rescue
Then a voice calls from behind to halt
No, voices order from above to halt
Then they decided to be the masters of my accoutrements
Taking charge and shredding it from the human turned mannequin
I heard no voices
I felt no hands
I cried no tears
But I felt huge pestles stomping within and without
Pounding whatever pride that was left
Pounding whatever self esteem that remained
Pounding whatever soul that kept lurking
Eventually pounding the empty shell
Until a honk honks
A light brightens
And there was quietude
I may have woken up days later
No, I may have woken up months later
No, I may have woken up years later
All I know was that this empty shell was left
This empty shell was my only property recovered
How I wish the shell menders would have flushed this shell
In the outage human water closet.
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