MIDNIGHT QUEEN
She walks the street
alone and aloof,
hides in the shadows
quiet and discreet.
She knows no place
she can call her own,
sad eyes and hunger
written on her face.
She licks at sores
from abuse and neglect
like thrown out trash
that collects outdoors.
Mangy and unkempt
She gleans what she can
living off refuse
where the homeless slept.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)
The continuing saga of Midnight Queen
will return next week on Halloween. 🙂
Joyce E. Johnson (Oct. 2013)
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