"Lost in Dark Alleys" [Inspired by Lionwax.]

*Note: This piece was inspired by the song "Lost in dark alleys," by Laszlo Bolender's project: Lionwax, which can be heard here: http://lionwax.blogspot.com/ It is recommended that you listen to it while reading, since music is the inspiration for most of my pieces and therefore is very important.*


The night was as dark as soot.
The moon was as yellow
as the eyes of hepatitis.
The world was sleeping,
nestling among warm sheets,
soft as the calves of newborns.

And as perfect as it was,
as round as the moon was big,
she ran, until ultimately,
she walked.
And then she stopped
in the middle of the alley,
no more lost than the look in her eyes,
and no more scared than the form of her mouth.

She gripped onto the bricks,
as if begging for help,
finding nothing but "inanimate-ness"
and train tracks that stop
in the middle of nowhere.
Her nails dug deep into the crevices
of the space between the bricks.
Her nails were almost at the point of detaching
upon realizing she couldn't erase the images in her mind
of those independent fingers she encountered.
So she took off her ring
and threw it as if it was on fire.
She fed the bricks with tears,
and sang to them with a mixture of screams and sobs.

A noise from around
fed awareness in her eyes
and so she ran again.
And upon reaching the corner filled with light,
her body, abruptly, stopped
at the hands of a shadow.
Metal in the form of a skyscraper
impregnated her chest with death.