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Sue lurks in the shadows of the night She stands on the street corner in the red light area of town Her body is silhouetted by street light flickering through the naked trees Wrecked by years of drug abuse she craves her next fix Skin-tight clothing outlines every curve of her aching body High-heeled shoes and fishnet tights complete her seedy outfit It's a bitterly cold November night; Sue pulls her jacket around her body, it only just skims the hem of her miniskirt, giving no protection from the elements,… she struggles desperately to keep warm Eventually a car pulls up, A guy rolls down the window and she saunters over After a brief conversation she gets in and they drive away He’s in the market for sex Desperation forces her to sell her body Inspired by but not for contest 3/23/18

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Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 3/29/2018 2:42:00 AM

Real life. Sad. Deprived and depriving depravity...

Jan Allison
Date: 3/29/2018 3:06:00 AM

It is a sad reality for some people Kai:-( hugs Jan xx

Viv Wigley

Date: 3/25/2018 1:42:00 AM

Strong write, Jan, a pal of mine who took pity on a local 'Lady of the night' and gave her somewhere to stay ended up with his door kicked in and house robbed. their 'profession' is just an unending cycle of misery. Very sad. Viv x

Jan Allison
Date: 3/25/2018 3:23:00 AM

It's a sad vicious circle indeed Mr Viv and your friend's story shows how desperate these people are:-( hugs jan xx

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 3/24/2018 12:22:00 PM

Gritty truth sadly penned w/capable ink from your wise pen, Jan. Love and smiles.

Jan Allison
Date: 3/24/2018 12:24:00 PM

Thanks Freddie.:-) hugs jan xx

Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/24/2018 9:39:00 AM

Sad that this happens but it does. Very good descriptive work. Reads like winning material to me. Way to go. Sara

Jan Allison
Date: 3/24/2018 10:08:00 AM

Thanks Sara:-) hugs Jan xx

Niall Fulham

Date: 3/24/2018 9:38:00 AM

Hi Jan , great write on a very important subject , known as the oldest trade , hopefully some day we will not have to see it anymore :( hugs ~~~Niall

Jan Allison
Date: 3/24/2018 10:07:00 AM

I doubt it will ever stop Niall:-( hugs jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/24/2018 8:20:00 AM

- I just think it's terribly sad ... certainly good money to earn ... but I would rather be without money - A great write about this theme, Jan - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jan Allison
Date: 3/24/2018 8:25:00 AM

Thanks Anne-Lise I can only think of how desperate someone must be to sell their body:-( hugs jan xx

Ralph Sergi

Date: 3/23/2018 7:31:00 PM

Hi Jan: Your muse is vivid in this instant. but poetry is an art and it's not rap. A poignant but realistic scene unfortunately. Good WRITE!

Jan Allison
Date: 3/24/2018 7:54:00 AM

Thanks Ralph, we used to see these 'ladies of the night' when we lived in the UK and drove through an area where they frequented, its such a sad situation in so many respects:-( hugs jan xx

Kevin Shaw

Date: 3/23/2018 5:53:00 PM

Hi Jan - Difficult subject to write about. It's an Underworld of sleeze, desperation, greed, drugs, pimps and danger - I cannot comprehend how people can sell themselves. Your poem is well written and sadly all to vivid. I live in a town where the Yorkshire Ripper was active, regards, Kevin xx

Jan Allison
Date: 3/23/2018 6:40:00 PM

Gosh I remember Peter Sutcliffe and all the women he murdered:-( it must be such a risky life for those poor women ad they must be so desperate to sell their bodies like that:-( hugs jan xx

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/23/2018 12:23:00 PM

Great write Jan, so sad that the only way some women can survive is by selling themselves, and there's no shortage of customers, of course they call it the oldest profession.

Jan Allison
Date: 3/23/2018 6:38:00 PM

We used to see the ladies of the night in Birmingham - i don't think there are any on the IOM not that I've heard of anyway:-) hugs jan xx

Tim Smith

Date: 3/23/2018 11:13:00 AM

It is sad where darkness comes together to find a sliver of light. Great poem...a fav

Jan Allison
Date: 3/23/2018 12:16:00 PM

Thanks Tim, i guess some people will consider the subject not suitable for a poet to write about but i have no control over where my muse takes me:-) hugs Jan xx

Probir Gupta

Date: 3/23/2018 10:49:00 AM

Movingly descriptive ... Liked the poem, Jan ...

Jan Allison
Date: 3/23/2018 12:14:00 PM

Thanks probir sadly there are men and women forced out onto the streets to fuel their addiction:-( hugs Jan xx