Harsh Reality

“In the heart of the city, under the neon lights, our paths crossed, igniting endless nights.”

Sparks flicker, words slurred, vision grew blurry, as we continued in our stupor unperturbed.

Hotels, motels, beds, cheap booze, and dirty floors. What once were sparks, are now just embers, let the needle insert once more.

Venom is spewed in each others faces, the heart of the city now the belly of the beast. The neon lights replaced by harsh fluorescents, our paths cross grudgingly, igniting endless fights.

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