Homeless Mind Poem by James Trotter

Alone in a damp alleyway
A young blonde woman sobs
Her warm tears smearing her makeup
Bare feet and crouched against a sweating concrete wall
She presses a cigarette between her lips and strikes a match
Smoke rolls back up the cigarette and up her sunken face
She closes her eyes and lays her head back
Within minutes she falls into a dreamless sleep
And she realizes that, before the alley, she never existed
In that she finds comfort