Nightfall

Fear as sharp
as knives drawn
in dismal alleyways
dank with dread;


the pitter – patter
of rain
in slo – mo
spattering
pretty patterns
in the flickering glow

a time without a place,
a hood without a face,
another victim
without a trace.

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