Salt Line

“Those that sound like fun to You?”

Who am I kidding?

You still believe the stories your mother told you.

In this city, the fog swallows the moon,

and the moon shines only for the bats.

The cats roam the streets —

they take what they want.

High above, they walk the ledges

while the bats fly from sky to sky.

A clown once said: “Kill with no mercy.”

And his harlot follows his lead.

The scare-crows will show you your darkest fear —

and the night only grows darker.

Do you still believe the stories your mother told you?

This city will kill you.

So…

may I come with you?