Poetry by Sarah, Shadorma

The Girls

Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson
light. Then he
asked her price and the slap bounced
off tired brick walls.

‘Just because
I work here, doesn’t
mean I work
the corners,’
she replied. ‘Someone has to
look after the girls.’

By Sarah @2017

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Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – November 24th, 2017