On a cold winter evening

In a rundown neighborhood

An old lady was waiting 

At the corner of a street 

Someone approached her quietly 

They exchanged glances          

He gestured to her to follow him  

Into the back of a building

Shakily she handed money

To the tattooed man 

Who then gave her a wrapped bag

From under his coat 

And quickly disappeared

Having done this coerced duty                              

She walked slowly down the alley

Where her ill-tempered son

Was waiting for the drug 

To feed his addiction

By Shih-Fang Wang

From: United States