The Reducing Number of Women

Stray cats Walking, Haunting the naked streets with Their dark grey eyes. It's past midnight And the street lamp - Bright yellow - Flickers. The black bins, Punctured, Tumble in the alleys. Half-bitten,  Rotting apples, Roll out in the shadows. The stench of rotting garbage Kisses the still, hot air Of the night. Women in… Continue reading The Reducing Number of Women