Underbelly
A slice of moon
veiled so slightly
by a smoky cloud
Air so thick
it could be chewed
Voices carried loud
The night sultry
Perspiration beading
on heat weary brows
A distant dog barking
disturbing an old man’s
intermittent drowse
Car horns honk
Music of the night
Broken glass gleamed
Garbage plunked
unceremoniously
and someone screamed
Back alley sex
Writhing in
gratuitous ecstasy
Money exchanged
No more than
a sick fantasy
Alone in the darkness
oblivious to it all
A junkie finds a vein
Sirens cutting silence
Purposeful, speeding
Anther body slain
The distorted face
of a city breathing fire
Scorching, charring
Fanning the flames
Of society’s underbelly
The flip side jarring
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Chew - SoCS
Sick - RDP
Writhe - FOWC
MLMM - Saturday Mix - Onomatopoeia
Honk/Plunk/ Flip
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Perhaps one could escape to Tar Beach.
I often did that when I lived in the city.
Hard to block out all the ‘traffic’ noises.
Yep! Up on the roof 🙂
The city in all its inglorious self.
Yes, underneath the glitz and glamour 😔
The underbelly of glamour
Hot town, summer in the city.
Yes, exactly!