"Don't worry, we'll make it"
As I drag my sister
Hungry, tired, desperate
Shelter
Darkness fills the room
A lit match scares it
Tattered and torn
Leftovers from visitors
Rejuvenated and reborn
I prance with my sister
It was something like out of a dream
"I can feel like this forever"
Harsh vibrations
Static vision
Pains unimaginable
Falling
Damp Street corner
Sister in my lap
Slumped next to a street bench
Dead to the world
