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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