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The Laundromat

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By Silver DauxPublished about 4 hours ago 1 min read
The Laundromat
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Blue shoes and a fat lip,

She's got a black eye from

Wrestling a crackhead

For her own credit card

And a bad attitude from

Pulling out wet laundry

From a broken dryer.

.

Down four bucks so

It means beans and onions,

A scrap of potatoes if any

Were left in the basement.

The communal suffering zone

Where the six people shoved

Into her ratty apartment

Squabbled over crumbs.

.

But the real shit thing was

That her shoes were too tight.

They fucking rubbed her raw.

Pinched at her ankles until

Hot blood trailed down her

Cheap white socks and shoes,

Staining everything down to the

Stupid, broken concrete with

The unavoidable fucking truth

That she was dead. fucking. broke.

.

No change for round two on a dryer.

No cash for bus fares or taxis.

Not even the credit for a cup of tea.

It was all pennies & penny pinching.

Wet socks and black eyes.

And tonight, it was going to be

An empty stomach and cold sheets.

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About the Creator

Silver Daux

Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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  • Margaret Brennanabout an hour ago

    Brilliantly written. Makes me wonder how many of my mother's relatives lived like that. We cooked over a coal stove until 1960 and ate spaghetti several times a week and hung the laundry outside. we lived in a 3-story walk-up, but our lives could have been worse. Your poem reminds me of how good we actually had it.

  • Lolly Vieiraabout 2 hours ago

    Devastating, this poem leaves an ache of rawness in the reader. Bravo!

  • Harper Lewisabout 3 hours ago

    Oh, love the grittiness of this.

  • OMG 😲 This Is Great Work!

  • Lamar Wigginsabout 3 hours ago

    One tragic moment after another. Harsh days ahead for the MC. Nicely done!

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