Neon sign flickers
through the dusty windowpane.
Rain pours down.
The streets are slick.
The mattress squeaks
as she turns to face a wall so thin
she can hear the sounds
from the next room.
Her stomach churns
at the smells coming from
the greasy spoon next door.
She gave up everything for this.
Now she wonders why.


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Blessings and best wishes - S.
And as Misty alluded to, I don't think I want to know your heroine's previous situation.
The poetry is excellent.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
Dear Robert, you cut that out.
You've probably had a better life than most of us. Your struggle will end soon, I assure you.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
I like this piece, we need to ponder before we act.
You painted a vivid picture for the reder to see and feel. Sometimes that happens to most of usfrom time to time.