Down the hall, just left of the
barrels of chemicals
beyond the  silent grandfather clock,

just past the halls of trash and
broken glass,
past the bearded

man who is passed out
prostrate upon the couch,
past the lovely scene

that would be perfect for some
drug movie scenario,
some Tarantino flick,

sits a beautiful little girl
in the corner of her house,
whose doll is shaking and sobbing,
and cannot be stopped.

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