Shelter Nights

about being in a shelter

Older run down building

An unwanted Victorian hospital converted into a shelter

Walked into a room

Big,

Would have been spacious

Beds row after row after row

Each cot was so close you could barely move

 

Crazies,

Drug addicts,

Run away

Muffled tears mixed with lunatic ranting

 

Tightened my jacket

Kept my few belongings close

Pickpockets

Knife stickers

Thieves lurking around

 

I curl up on my bed

A cute redhead was offering her p***y for a night of protection

Old toothless Nona’s watching you

Waiting for you to fall asleep

 

These old worn beds smell of despair

So close you could feel the other people’s body heat

Only light sleep is allowed

The deep dreamers are the victims

Keep everything on

Trust no one

Not even the stray calico cat that tries to curl up

Sleep is five-minute spurts

 

No place for a young kid to be

Cards dealt, cards played

Still beats a cardboard box

 

Author's Note

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