untitled poem

winding through 

her pulsing concrete corridors,

exposed rebar reveals 

asbestos and entrails.

what are you looking for?

you know she loves you.

she has a funny way of showing it.

technicolor temptress,

you feel her crawl up

from the soles of your feet

reverberating in your chest

coiling around your lungs

ribcage vibrating to her rhythm.

she sings to you.

just you,

no one else.

just you.

im gonna be sick.

greedily, she drinks you

as your heartbeats realign.

mindless crowds wear her skin

filling her cavernous structure.

dirty disgusting creatives

creatures of habit and decay

inhabit her like an infection 

in a wound that will never heal.

but you can stop the pain, cant you?

even if its temporary.

after all, everything is temporary 

but you dont have to think about that

just focus on how you feel right now.

you dont want to be in pain, do you?

of course you dont.

she can provide for you

a taste of heaven.

she can vomit in your mouth

if you promise to swallow.