In every city’s closet
There is that one house
At the end of the street
With reputations
Justified or not
Where the poor
And the addicted
Often take respite
Behind the house’s alley
Ashy clotted arms
Tangling silhouettes
Gather like crows
Rundown carousels
Haunted fun houses
A perpetual creepshow
Of attractive nuisances
Like bare veined angels
With come fuck me eyes
Pinhole sized pupils flash
Dirty wheedle smiles
Misbegotten crucibles
Red hot and glowing
Spoon splayed fixes
From dimly lit whores
Strung out and starved
Her flickering spark
Lost and afraid
Within my dark
The Tigress Awakens 