She Was Taken

She Was Taken… Under the cover of daylight, inside the hustling throng of a grinding poverty. She was swept away into a street so narrow you had to enter it at midday as the thinnest of shadows. A child might have slipped past the ranks of pot bellied loungers, but she was fifteen and the pimps were as thin as blades. No one kidnapped her, she was taken by the swirling heat of indifference an ennui that barred ways for other ways to go. Only the fast filling gutters can reach to where she is now, and even they cannot escape the dark dead-ends.