wind whistling through veins

wind whistling through veins
empty of life, the blood drained
that once pounded loud
like joints beneath a train
loud in the rattling night –
the smell of iron –
the tunnels abandoned now
save for the whistling wind
not even a light

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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