Cityscapes

nook an empty, this is a road of brown and green glass. A mother holds a baby’s head to her tit, a little boy is rocking himself barefoot. This place is haunted. The girl feels haunted. It’s late, too late for children.

She turns to Yosh, he looks nervous. Kukwes parks the car.

Strange vapours rise on all sides, a mixture of exhaust and chill and ghosts. They all get out except the girl. They tell her to wait. They enter a large trailer and the girl finds a radio station. A song plays. Another song plays. She closes her eyes. She reclines the seat and checks her phone. Her head is spinning. Half an hour passes before she unbuckles her seatbelt. She does a bump and enters the trailer.

Inside Yosh is on his knees sucking Bear’s dick. Bear’s braids fall over his chest and onto Yosh’s back. There’s a mountain of drugs on the kitchen table. Kukwes is yelling at some woman. The trailer is full of people. Yosh looks up but doesn’t stop, his eyes apologize before he closes them.

They forgot me, the girl says to no one.

What’s your name? a man asks. He’s in a plush pink rocking chair, his gut is bare, the size of a pumpkin.

Cinderella, the girl says.

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