Slipping in
and out of the shadows, hiding in dank doorways then sliding into view when a
crawling car appears. Dressed to allure, revealed enough 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, checking up
on his terrified victim as she plies his loathsome trade.
One day she will disappear, unknown,
anonymous; no name just a number.
She’ll be replaced by another,
and another,
and another.
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Something to think about in tomorrow's story. It's called The Obituary
a harsh and sad reality, well presented
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is.
DeleteWonderfully told. Have you ever seen the movie "American Psycho"? While the movie is not about the poor prostitute, per se, this reminded me of her. Well done, my friend. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI have and now you come to mention it has unintended parallels. Thanks so much for your encouraging words.
DeleteVery dark, but I like the poetic approach.
ReplyDeleteSomehow it seemed this dark subject worked better in a semi- poetic style. Not something I often do - poetry that is!
DeleteOh! A terrible and a sad life for so many!! Hard-hitting and wonderfully expressed, Keith!
ReplyDeleteThanks once again Shilpa
DeleteThanks for your comment!
ReplyDeleteAwesome. Love this.
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DeleteSad, but told so true.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by David.
DeleteGave me chills. And sadder still that this actually goes on, on a huge scale.
ReplyDeleteIt does indeed Nick and not just in the big cities.
DeleteCreepy! In a way, I thought of Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho, with the start at least!
ReplyDeleteA sad reality this is.
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