Two Junkies

by joetwo

Two junkies

A man and a woman

Unkempt, filthy hands and faces

Eyes sunk, teeth missing

Shuffling in uneasy steps

Their voices, low and drawn out

As if forced through the haze in their heads

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Two junkies

Walking along the street

Asking for pennies, pounds, all you can spare

For a hostel, for a cup of coffee, for bus fare

For everything but their true goal

Mostly ignored, given contemptuous looks

Invisible stains on society

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Two junkies

Balance almost gone

The woman falls

The man helps her up

Gives her his last cigarette, arms around each other

Then they continue on

Towards oblivion, together

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