The Laundromat
Say It Plainly entry
Blue shoes and a fat lip,
She's got a black eye from
Wrestling a crackhead
For her own credit card
And a bad attitude from
Pulling out wet laundry
From a broken dryer.
.
Down four bucks so
It means beans and onions,
A scrap of potatoes if any
Were left in the basement.
The communal suffering zone
Where the six people shoved
Into her ratty apartment
Squabbled over crumbs.
.
But the real shit thing was
That her shoes were too tight.
They fucking rubbed her raw.
Pinched at her ankles until
Hot blood trailed down her
Cheap white socks and shoes,
Staining everything down to the
Stupid, broken concrete with
The unavoidable fucking truth
That she was dead. fucking. broke.
.
No change for round two on a dryer.
No cash for bus fares or taxis.
Not even the credit for a cup of tea.
It was all pennies & penny pinching.
Wet socks and black eyes.
And tonight, it was going to be
An empty stomach and cold sheets.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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