Junked Whore

She swooped in without any care,

alone and uncontrollable,

flying through the streets on some awful high

kicked from some ugly street dealer

pushing dreams and memories for a fixed fee,

all cut gear and filler, no real buzz,

just dentistry and allergy relief, the drugs were dead,

no substance left had the same high she was looking for.

She had been brutally exposed to the underbelly of Soho

when she was raped at 15 after running away from home

because her dad was beating her,

a pretty harsh welcome to the city,

here baby have a sandwich,

and suck on this because I’m so damn generous.

It toughened her skin and turned her to the fairer sex,

she couldn’t really decide if she was a lesbian,

it just meant the beatings didn’t hurt as much,

and one cock is the same as the other when it’s stuck in your ass.

But pussy has a different face every time you look one in the eye,

or so she told me.

Where are your friends when you need them?

Stuck in holes in dead end jobs worrying about tracker mortgages

and whether or not she could stretch the milk far enough

for one more cup of tea, she was above all that,

fighting through the night with brass knuckles and an iron spine,

willing to take on anyone,

she was stronger than death,

able to stare down the stars

and make them fall from the sky.

A tough old bird grinding her teeth through each fuck

just so she could grab another hit, her dying cells were starving for junk.

She got picked up regularly by the fuzz,

thrown in a cell for the night,

maybe fondling a cop-cock for a quick release,

but usually the free KFC kept her in for the duration

while they tried to pin some phoney charge on her,

they never caught her in the act,

she was just a regular face on the street.

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