“nice butt” she teased
taunted
flaunted
“I’m on a pluck”
he threatened finger jabbing
eyes stabbing
“don’t screw with me!”
The streetlights twinkled
The bars burped
The discos ducked and dived
and danced.
And the street thrashed with
vigour
Fleshed with pretty kids
burning thighs
hungry eyes.
Then he kicked the transvestite
in the crutch…
who screamed swore
hit back viciously
Nose burst blood
thwack of bone
All hell broke and boiled
over.
Then a knife twinkled
And the streetlights groaned.
The bars burped
and blood seeped
silent into tar.
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