Slipping in and out of doors
Quietly
The stench of dirt stains the stairs
Stealing memories off the walls
Stolen tokens of love
Swimming in alcohol
Forgetting how to get inside
Slurring and stumbling
Women scream in the street
No one tries to comfort them
Wishing they would go away
Men yell about babies in the hallway
No one goes to help them
Wishing they would go away
Praying for more outside of drug dealers homes
Falling to the ground
Hit rock bottom
Prostitute neighbors and pimp friends
Fighting
They have not been paid
Twelve pierces the night
Scared to come home
Sirens blare down the street
Red and blue lights echo in my window
All the cocaine and marijuana are tucked into bed
Sleeping soundly until tomorrow