jayne jenkins - Everyday Existance

The child,
Siting hunched in the corner,
Cold and hungry,
Watches the heaving bodies on the make-shift bed.

Although he sees this act
At least twice a day
Sex has no meaning to him,
- It's just mummy making money!

Maybe this time -
She'll have enough money left to feed him.
Maybe this time!

Suddenly he wakes
From a cold-induced sleep
To find a loaf of bread on the floor.
Gorging himself greedily
Something shiny catches his eye
From his mother's bed.

Just for a second he sees the needle
Before it plunges home.

He smiles
Relief fills his emaciated form,
No beatings tonight he thinks.

jayne jenkins

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