She lingered after hours
To stalk through midnight alleyways
On her way home
From insomniatic revelries.
She loved the smells
Seeping from those grimy corners.
She loved the small creatures,
Which shared her nocturnal inclinations.
She ran her fingers across a greasy doorknob,
A damp stone wall,
A rusty trashcan.
Collecting bits of mildew and funk.
Delicate and beautiful as she was,
These granules of the underside
Made a warrior of her.
An unconquerable force.
A cascade of soulful streetlight
Tried to catch her in its grip.
But she danced out of its reach,
And strode farther into the night.
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