Hot Concrete
- mclaspires
- Apr 13, 2024
- 1 min read
Just two homeless kids feeling the warm hug of cement
Laughing like we were free, dancing to the tune of eviction
While eviction was laughing to the tune of being free from us
We drank more than our emaciated bodies could hold
The drink holding our emaciated bodies more than we could
Fuck, why did I reach for someone who saved my life from the knife
Why did I cling to someone who held the knife to my life
As she caressed my breasts with hands of broken glass
My hands caressing the broken glass as she fucked
With my life, handing bottles of love to drink
Pouring drink into my mouth, ashamed
As she took my dignity, and in return I kissed her to no end
In the end, I returned the shame in hand, never kissing her again
Just two homeless kids feeling the warm hug of cement
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