la vespo

the wasp
she hides within the alleys
the city lights are not enough to conceal her
with a black heart, she wears veils of white

calling me in the depths of the night
are you there? it’s me, your faithful dog
coming back for another night
of tricks and treats

her lips are works of intricate art
spun sugar hiding scars of a lifetime
what stories hide in your tongue
that has caused such sorrow

she loves it when she flicks her eyes
and sees that yours are lost in the city lights
motionless but for the bumps of the car ride
have we lost it after all?

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