within the tiny cracks
of existence,
beneath the broken bottles
and cracked mortar,
there is a seed of light,
and if you are good to it,
watering it
with blood
and understanding,
the seed will spread,
with wings, and
a nightmare
clutched
between it's talons,
soaring up
until cracks break,
glowing.
And sometimes you spot that lonely gal at Carol's and the sexy happens . . .
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