Today’s prompt was to write a poem of nine lines. These nearly killed me but here they are.
In need of sudden fortune I walked
to you through the city where dogs
converge in packs like clusters of stars
itching in the dusk and the scent
of day lingers long into the darkness.
Where their eyes are hollows, spools
of lava rushed to cool as they hunt
rank leftovers and bitches in heat
they speak in a violence only we can understand.
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