Hot Concrete

Just two homeless kids feeling the warm hug of cement

Laughing like we were free, dancing to the tune of eviction

While eviction was laughing to the tune of being free from us

We drank more than our emaciated bodies could hold

The drink holding our emaciated bodies more than we could

Fuck, why did I reach for someone who saved my life from the knife

Why did I cling to someone who held the knife to my life

As she caressed my breasts with hands of broken glass

My hands caressing the broken glass as she fucked

With my life, handing bottles of love to drink

Pouring drink into my mouth, ashamed

As she took my dignity, and in return I kissed her to no end

In the end, I returned the shame in hand, never kissing her again

Just two homeless kids feeling the warm hug of cement