The Smoking Room

Mutters in the corner,
Halfheard mumblings of conversations,
Uninteresting lives. Dull.
Smoke from tabs mixing with
Cold breath, dancing their escape.
Staring.
Dreaming.
Slate grey walls holding up a shanty roof.
Rain falls, pitter pat
Random thoughts.
Huddle together - apart.

In Suspicious Circumstances

They found him in the ice cream parlour
Covered in nuts and syrup
They say he topped himself.