Mount your scaffold

You slowly jump up the stairs to the improvised access board and stop on top of it.

The trash container is right below you.

And it is nearly full with various contents.

Food remains. A dirty diaper. And something else that you can’t distinguish.

All dirty. All stinky.

As you are.

“Do it, whore! Jump!”

You feel like a pirates’ victim, made to walk the plank.

That fantasy always made you wet.

And you are crazy wet now, while standing bound above your destiny.

“Give me a favor, whore! Get rid of yourself!”

TO BE CONTINUED