The streets of Causeway—crooked and contrived,
Marching to its rhythm.
Tilts ever steeper, showing telltale signs
Of a city gone wrong.
Oh Jezebel! What have you made?
A manufactured, pretty doll.
A stilted causeway
buckling under our weight
How we’ve tried and tried to scale the heights
Only to fall prey!
Little monsters come to creep at night,
Lie in wait by day.
The painted faces and synthetic curves—
what they call a woman.
The underneath is merely drowned in myth,
Left to damage undone!
Our nat’ral course has up an’ died.
Where is there left to run and hide?
Decaying Causeway’s
Dealt a cruel, foul fate.
How we’ve tried and tried to scale the heights—
Only to fall prey.
Little monsters feed their appetites,
Lie in wait by day.
How we’ve tried and tried to scale the heights,
Only to fall prey…
@shewritesofpassage 