We Only Are

Jack Cohen

A moonlight city
drowns in blood
the beasts are on the prowl.

In the distance
a woman sings
somber melodies above the howls.

This is the street
we all must walk
stray not from the path.

For if you do
in the dark you'll face
many a beast's wrath.

Better yet
to stay inside
for it is surely safe.

After all
we only are
the monsters of our estate.

  • Author: Jack Cohen (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2021 09:25
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 17
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  • Eugene S.

    I get a very atmospheric New Orleans or Ybor City vibe when reading this.....Anne Rice comes to mind. Great read.



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