as I stuff clothes into bags.
I'm leaving this
nightmare town.
Judy walks into my room.
The smell of alcohol
finally rids my senses
of that cologne.
"What d'ya think yer doin?"
Her words are slurred
like a dropped snowcone,
and her yellow teeth
are the dirt that mixes with it.
"Leaving.
Goodbye."
I grab my bags
and push past
her rotted being.
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