Poem of the Day: a way out

a way out

gutter girls laughing
cackling
big teeth showing
swollen gums bursting
eyes scanning
looking for boys to kiss
broken windows poofing in light snow
would look beautiful
if it was a movie
if it was a stage show
if it was movie foam
but, like death to me in a trash squat in Slovenia
I rise up from the broken-wooden, folding cot that I lay on
with torn, army green fabric
my spindly body shaking wildly
back bones, shoulders and ribs shaking wildly
the aggressive cold
‘wait, couldn’t I die tonight?’
I thought, as I noticed the
lusty
moving
shadows
around me
crone’s eyes widen for play at me
I approached these hellcats feeding
with a snatch and a glare
I grab their bottle
absinth doesn’t taste very good
when chugging it in desperation
but it’s your only way out

From the book: The Gypsy Mile @ Interpunk.com

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