Hostel
He fastened his towel tightly around his waist as he hopped out of the startlingly open showerHe nearly sprinted over to where he had left his trousers, focussing his stare directly down
Fear jerked at him as he saw nothing on the bench...
He looked up nervously and looked around with a frantic sort of agitation
All around him he saw men of all makes and molds, mostly naked, but nowhere did he see his clothes
He had nothing... nothing to bargain with... no money... no protection from the world around him...
Slowly turning around, he tried to look small, but there were no solutions around him
With nothing left he walked towards the hostel door, praying for God to have mercy on his soul.
Poetry by Ducks
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Written on 2009-05-20 at 02:07
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