An Everlasting Escape

Hear her story and see the reflection of many of the urban wasteland. What will be their route of escape from the turmoil and the torment?

 

I stood frozen and stared in a trance

Gawking at her walking and her wide-legged stance.

She maintained an uncommon sidewalk stride

With natural beauty that one could not hide.

Her body gave a walking indication

Of her promise of sensual stimulation.

She kept some for herself in hidden stash

For that one day when she would make her dash.

She would leave every trick she had behind.

A new life somewhere she would find.

Just a few more of these dreary days to go.

Business is slow due to the cold and the snow.

Life had turned to another page.

She was faced with facing her own age.

With her teenage firmness long and gone,

She knew she wouldn't be out here long.

Just give Daddy some of that cash.

Keep on building that getaway stash.

Winter somehow has slowly crept in again.

Chances of escape are running thin.

This tale has no real twist.

Some shattered glass,

Some shattered dreams

And a streetwalker's slit wrist.