Red Lights

red lights blinking rapidly I didn't make the connection as soft music floated unseen from cars heaving with undulating motion gentle, rhythmic, but forced upon as ruby lips pressed into service with legs spread wide, most welcoming a toll bridge where the final cost was negotiated and never preset lying sighs to the different beats hissing throughout the dead of night expressing love, but was truly only an example of cheap gratification seen within heavily mascaraed eyes wandering slowly, wondering about their lives what story or lack thereof brought them to this fumbling in the back seats of foreign cars leather smells, the scent of money or cows, depending on how they are perceived of fish net stockings, with their scaly look to hook ones attention, with come hither smiles even in this seedy world are seen class distinctions from the two dollar whore to the elegant madam, who spreads their legs wide, while she reaps the rewards untouched by the stench of leftover sex that seeps from the pores of the overused the numbers counted only upon her gold card and the status that it so readily affords her as her girls line up at free clinic doors curing the diseases of the body but not the mind what of the two dollar girls, lives exploded in the harsh glare of the red light district of addictions that drive them to sacrifice their bodies let alone their souls to feed the hunger always present, deep within, gnarling, crawling an urge that never subsides, only controls they no longer care of what happens to them all that remains is the action, or as they lie covered with another strangers body, the inaction leading only to the ultimate reward of payment yes, I visited the seedy underbelly asks the questions and wondered aloud but as I left looking back to see those blinking lights I still made no connection to the lives that are so sadly parked upon this lonely road that surely leads to nowhere except their ultimate demise