Pavement Dwellers

festering wounds
unhealed in time
throb under the night sky
as they remember
a spoilt brat
crossing the line,
driving over
their kith and kin

elation
of pavement dwellers
subsides
as they hear
the words
bail and
suspended sentence

 

Weekly Writing Prompt #154

(5) Words: | NIGHT | LINE | HEAL | THRILL | TIME |

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