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-wood, folding cot that I lay in
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