Niantic

by Ryan Beere
(Tipi in the woods)

The ghetto room
In Old Lyme
Again violence persists
The bear man chasing the crack woman
Their screams echoed through the door
Her black eyes of mystery beat
Would they have the slightest
Idea
That some road mongrel white boy
Wrote the story into unknown history
Just another day of hard drama and abuse to them
A timeline
But now a story in form
Ever there
Before it even stopped
And the stifled screams ceased
Room 202