My Cardboard Balcony

Branded Daily by Belinda Roddie Tonight is tattooed on my shoulder, just like all the other tonights and todays, all the yesterdays and nights before, but no tomorrows to be found in ink on my skin. The needle nearly hits my vein as it struggles to maintain a perfect design, a perfectly circular design, like a labyrinth ticking like a clock

Last I heard, a whole bunch of kids took over the abandoned drugstore on the corner of Main and Turk. Made it their home, apparently. Yeah. Yeah, they brought in mattresses and snuck food through the vents and ceiling, and they got themselves their own space now. They don't pay rent to whoever owns it, and I ain't seen no owner of nothing since the store closed down. Never bothered to call the police on 'em - I just leave 'em be.