Lascivious

When you are fast asleep at night,

Secure under blankets and behind locked doors,

We run these streets.

Our feet fall as one, echoing in empty alleys and amongst glass storefronts. 

Those that are out at this time scurry into shadows as we appear,

They do not want the trouble we are bringing. 

We whisper amongst ourselves,

Devising a plan,

Readying our spirits. 

We flex our hands around chains and planks. 

Knives hide under our jackets. 

For one, a gun hangs from a shoulder holster, 

Like a feral bat being rustled rudely from slumber.  

We will come for you. And we will get you. 

You will yield to us.