street girl
sitting on the
bed again with
Japanese music playing,
the window open to
early fall’s gentle breeze and
gray mist that wraps
around the trees and
just-turning leaves,
in and out between
streetlights and heady air with
cries from the street below where
a street couple screams with
no place to go but at each other
when she’s angry at the world and
so sad in her make-up—too much and
sad rings and tattoos she
can’t afford with hair orange and
chopped off with knives instead of
scissors and sunken cheeks because
her scarecrow teeth are
gone for **** habits and
bad choices and you want to
hug her but too afraid and
too scared getting involved—no guts
when her “man” comes,
he looks the same
—they could be brother and sister—
have the same sunken face through
red eyes and sore screaming
throats after dark on
sidewalks
—scary in day—
much more in dark—
how do you feel?
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
street girl
sitting on the
bed again with
Japanese music playing,
the window open to
early fall’s gentle breeze and
gray mist that wraps
around the trees and
just-turning leaves,
in and out between
streetlights and heady air with
cries from the street below where
a street couple screams with
no place to go but at each other
when she’s angry at the world and
so sad in her make-up—too much and
sad rings and tattoos she
can’t afford with hair orange and
chopped off with knives instead of
scissors and sunken cheeks because
her scarecrow teeth are
gone for **** habits and
bad choices and you want to
hug her but too afraid and
too scared getting involved—no guts
when her “man” comes,
he looks the same
—they could be brother and sister—
have the same sunken face through
red eyes and sore screaming
throats after dark on
sidewalks
—scary in day—
much more in dark—
how do you feel?
