the couple down the hall…

down the hall she sits on a toilet…
cigarette dangling from bruised swollen lips…
a purple eye shines on white skin in the dark…

last night there was screaming behind closed doors…,motherfucker this motherfucker that…a couple of I hate yous and a I’m gonna put your nigger ass in jail tonight bitches…loudly spoken in the 3:30 a.m. festival of language production..starring Richard and Liz…

but now it is quiet…
her brunette hair nods back and forth…
wads of used toilet paper lay upon the floor…

smells of piss linger…moaning…snoring…waiting for her man to come home for act 2…battle royale…soon gangsta’ rap will speak…sounds of beer bottles being tossed aside…smells of fried food from the gas station…chicken fingers…jalepeno poppers…tornados smacked loudly as i long for sleep…

down the hall she sits on a toilet…
cigarette dangling from bruised swollen lips…
a purple eye shines on white skin in the dark…

waiting for her man to come home…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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