Blanket crumpled on the deck. A mouldy mound of grey. Tin discarded empty. Disregarded on the floor.
The hollow echo of the subway. Thunder crashes rhythmically overhead. A hundred commuters tear down the stairs. From train where he laid his head. And he lies. Disregarded as the empty can. No body cares.
In dreams. He sleeps. Cares not. As no one cares for him. By ladylivvi1