Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
The boy sips at water from the tap
the kitchen dark
red electric bill crumpled in a corner
the cupboards bare
father gone when hope was too
mother down at the bingo
for boy and baby sister
life drips on.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 09.24.23
Prompt: As per illustration.
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