Stiletto

the cold sound of high heels clicking
in the alleys of red tiles
dampness seeping through the seams
dragging dead weight
not so dead after all
transparent plastic wrapped around the crime
suddenly showing signs of life
nothing a good old stiletto heel won’t fix
and over the stonewall
down into the darkness
you go

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