Poor Choice

by nouriguess   Jun 8, 2020


Our neighbor's infant
is screaming,
unrelentingly.

He's not teething. It's just

our neighbor's breasts are
out of milk. Our neighbor's eyes
are out of life. Our neighbor's
debt is bigger than

our neighbor's age.

    report violation
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  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    Short poem, but hits so hard!

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