Monday

anonymous



Slipping in and out of the shadows
hiding in dank doorways

sliding into view when a car appears
Dressed to allure, revealed to tempt


She came here on a promise
from her home overseas
Lured by a job, a flat and a future
Little did she know what awaited her


Concealed at safe distance

her sinister pimp skulks in the shadows
watching his terrified victim
plying his loathsome trade

One day she will disappear
Unknown, anonymous, a number
She will be replaced by another
then another then another and another