Sin-city.

AD.(double click on pic for higher reso)


She slithers
through the night
and hides
the grim grime
as the city glitters
and bears
a false smile
soul-dead inside;

A baby wails
behind locked doors
its business as usual
as the Limos roll;
Her mother's heart
trips, the tight vice
constricts;

'Its money
babe'!
He snorts at her.
'Get in the car,
do some bz'ness,
just part your legs
then you can go,
babe!'

And
the baby wails
behind
locked doors.