Urging Crush

Like a mad dance called you into
dark alleys of putrefying, forgotten, shame-
to purge yourself of all that haunted
sinned
and rained
down in the blood of your repressed wounds.

Like a fervor pitched wildly above
wild colored disco neon, pulsing fetid, rot-
to invite your sin to show itself
burned
and lit
from behind a veil of your ignored truths.

A mad dance chore…