Shitty Red Meth House

You’ve lived here your entire life. Your mom won it in a lawsuit from The City after the Police Chief was found guilty for paying her for sex. She died years ago but you can’t bring yourself to empty out her room. Occasionally, you find yourself sitting on her bed, smelling her old yellow pillow. There’s a knock on your door. It’s Shitty Tree Fort looking for more meth. You ignore the knock and lie down on the bed, staring up through the hole in the roof. It’s a warm June night and the stars pop in the black like firework show. Wafts of rotten meat & green grass dance in your nostrils. You take another puff of meth. This is the life, you think to yourself.