Child Prostitute

Written summer of '07 during DYWC, after playing a child prostitute in my school's musical, 'Runaways.'

She turns her back to the light
and faces the shadows demons that persure her.
Her features glisten with the fear that buys her
and her innocence a buisness card exposed for the city to see.
Legs open at one, close at six.
They hold her against the hard linoleom and whisper "child, the lord won't mind."
and she doesn't quiver, though she knows it's wrong.
It is city life and it is a sin.
It is back alleys and it is a life.
And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine
give ill way to what it means to hold the title.
and she is running and she is falling.
Tumbling down, tumbling down.
and with the flick of an unharmed eye she is beckoned to perform once again.
Legs open at one house, close at latter dawn.
She walks as if prey to the world, through lonely men and truck drivers.
It is city life and it is a sin.
It is back buildings, but it is a life.
She is running and she is crashing.
Ring around the rosey,
all fall down.