Little Sister

Mom asked about you

But like her

I have no clue

What you do

Or where you are

You could be living

Out of a car

But you aren’t

I’m sure you aren’t

I’m afraid one day 

I’ll wake up

And hear bad news

It’s the police

And they found you

They found your body

Worse for wear

The thick mats

In your unwashed hair

Your bruised body

Left beaten up 

Lifeless eyes

Staring blankly up

It was a deal

Gone so bad

Throwing away

The one life you could have had

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