1647

 

brick

death house

cursed

 

second hand furniture

junk

rotted crates

beer bottles, some broken

vomit

broken steps, broken wings

looking for the "Lucy Missing" print outs on the steps

looking for you,

missing

Lucy

 

LA Express Ads litter the entrance

red taped, yellow taped

covered in Official!

do not enter the cave

 

piss

shit

used tampons

used condoms

needles, some used

used people

semen covered porno mags

you can smell it in the blistering heat

blood, caked into the carpet

footprints, some of them belong to children

bed bugs infest a mattress

 

drug dealers

congregate outside, like it's a fucking dance club

selling destruction, illusions

was, not was

armed thugs

merciless

a kid got shot just the other day looking for Mom

 

stepping over a faded body

a naked whore wipes her bleeding ass

and looks for her bra

clutching her pipe and money

 

resisting the nausea

I strengthen my resolve

in a race for time

must find you

ignoring the stench of death

to enter

into the deeper pit

1647

in hopes of rescuing you...

 

 

 

 

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