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


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


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