Homeless – Prompt Eleven

The bitter cold nipped at me

I pull my torn sheet close

The smell of food reached me

My stomach turns in hungered pain

Revolt screams in my head

As I peer into the garbage bin

A torn garbage bag lay on top

Grabbing a bagel, I run

Nibbling I look for a warm place

Upon finding shelter

I curl up to fall asleep

Praying I wake in the morning

Sorry this is late, had a power outage for the last few hours.

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