Pearls draped around her frail neck
Beckoning to the men on the street
Heels as high as skyscrapers
Black & Lonely, as they scuff the ground

Lace & ribbons adorn her slim figure
Embracing her as a mother would her child
Thin stockings crawling up her pale calves & thighs, reflecting city lights

A fire is between her fingers
Smoking, as a chimney would
Pouting her red lips, she puffs upon it
Inhaling the fog of death

Hips swivel in the direction of an engine
A client has arrived, in robes & a towncar
Creeping silently, she gets in beside him
Heels leaving the solid earth
She's gone for now, uncertain, to work.