Animal caught in the light
she looked around,
hands on her thigh,
shy, unprepared for the night.
Ahead, the foul smell
of alcohol, of unkept promises in her face.
Exchanged glances of
ungrown men, then
purposeful trips upstairs,
girl in hand, in his stead.
Blood and vomit there,
Blood and vomit on the bed.
Mascara smudged eyes
over thinly veiled lies,
hair wet from the sweat
and heat of the room.
Travelling hands on a journey to take
Advantage, pull away the white lace, nervous
laugh, as pink as her dress made of flesh,
flesh and bone, stitched together with skin.
Rape fills the air like cheap perfume, sins
yet to atone. Alone, but in a crowd
echoes of the music fill the ears of them now
each dress consciously hitched up,
to draw attention away from the tired
Eyes wide shut as her breath draws in,
Death watches from the window, close.