A Homeless Woman…
She had dried blood on her head,
thinking and settling back in her bed,
staring at the corrugated ceiling,
dirty and not too appealing,
it was her fate,
as she thought about being homeless
was probably like a clean slate,
disturbing circumstances was her theory,
suddenly feeling very weary,
thinking about her next meal,
her next bath,
how would she feel,
if she fell into another raw deal,
and that freed the part of her mind
that was keeping her awake,
her eyes closed,
her thoughts would shake,
her stomach would ache,
her heart would break,
her mind would weep,
as she fell asleep.
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