Rough Night by Jackie Biggs

The girl’s cry carries
through the thin wall.

As he turns over in the next room
the cheap hotel bed creaks.

Her calls are clear in the night’s quiet.

            Don’t. No, please. No, no, no.

A bang, a thud.
He turns over again, sleeps,

and wakes to hear whimpers,

Please, leave me alone.

He turns again, kicks the wall, sleeps.
In the morning, there is no sound.

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