Light vanished now.
Rickety gate.
Scratched asphalt bare.
Shuffle totter.
I bring my home.
Tremble falter.
Shoe snags on nail.
Tug and topple.
Landed, awkward.
Drag left instep.
Settled for night.
Hunger looms large.
Stiff wind kicks up.
Coke cans rattle.
Jeans soft from wear.
Rain becomes me.
Hair plastered down.
Momma was right,
Should have married that uptight prick and moved into his mansion.
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