By Rob Grim
Being cliche isn’t bad. It’s something everyone relates to so well that they don’t want to see it anymore. Well, that’s me.
I’m what you don’t want to see: bum, vagrant, derelict. Poets say I’m ‘adding color’, but I’m just white noise, not a person. I’m just the periphery that they’d rather not think about.
People ‘know’ about homelessness, but not the pressure. Getting beat up, overdosing, getting knifed over food: symptoms of that pressure constantly pushing down. Still, there’s miles of unused tunnels and sewers below.
People above don’t want me, but the city below is ready to embrace me.
Sounds like a good blurb for a full novel, atchooly.