When Glad Rags Are Sad Rags
Heavily guarded
recessed in the dark
behind a secret panel
inside a steel box
suspended in hell
a locked away cache
of bloody clothes bides
forever dripping gore
of great personal assaults
of being caught in crossfire
of giving first aid to others
entombed and indestructible
brutality buried yet
persistent specters stalk
their prey in the night
Look back
don’t stare
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alliteration works well
Thanks. A treat for the tongue but a workout too.