Nothing hidden underneath the cloth of her dress as she slowly walks the streets for attention. Her feet, bare black, creating no marks behind her only a tread of scornful disease, as she ease inside the mystery of men’s cars  sucking the temptation as it claims her body into men’s soul of indulgence of fantasy far from their own imagination. Each onlooker passes by with judgement or heartfelt concerns but she doesn’t care because her life is already taken, so she claims other lives far away into hell.

Poem by:JGomez