A poem for Carry On Tuesday. I've also linked it to the Sunday Scribblings prompt 'honest' although the subject of my piece was actually a victim of dishonesty.
Slipping in and out of the shadows,
hiding in dank doorways.
Sliding into view when a car appears.
Dressed to allure, revealed to tempt.
She came here on a promise
from her home overseas.
Lured by a job, a home and a future.
Little did she know what awaited her.
Concealed at a safe distance,
her sinister pimp skulks in the shadows;
watching as his terrified victim
plies his loathsome trade.
One day she will disappear.
Unknown, anonymous, a number.
To be replaced by another
then another and another and another.