Sobriety ,

Brandishing your cigarette like a flare
You walk so calmly through midnight air
You make it sound all naughty; forbidden
Without explicitly saying what’s hidden
And it’s a big ‘fuck you’ in the face of society
The bullet-hole couple struggling with sobriety
Street disposition; facades, black towers
Crawling the curbs, damp-cheeked for hours
Why such long paces? such sadness and joy?
Belt not a skirt; a magnet for boys
And they’re young and they’re angry (they just want your flesh)
Some brutal and broken (trunks of wire, of mesh)
You inhale the tar into the deepest core
They rip off your knickers and scream out for more
The towers above you, murky eyes staring
You spin on the pavement, broken heels, far past caring
What monsters await you on leather seats?
Twisted minds, gold filled cavities greet
Your Maybelline mouth and he licks you; “undress”
Reveals bony shoulders, nothing left un-caressed
Slides off your coat, its blackness, its velvet,
Its buttons pop open, showing everything private
The soft pink hills spilling over your dress
Burn holes in his eyes, create smooth white mess
And he’s rubbing your arms, so thin like his daughter’s
Each hair standing up, tongue playing explorer
The grease from his fingers, the struggle with zips
Unoccupied stare, now he’s biting your lips
Pushing face down, the sweat and the groans
You see Jack and the baby; visions of home
Symmetrical flowerpots stacked at the door:
Armchair, remote, bedside lamp, dressing gown,
Garden, nappy bin, hot towel - nothing more
But is it for money you slip off your tights?
And let him clamber over you – dizzying heights;
Your body splayed out in the back like a carcass
His face so near you can hardly focus
Sliding his fingers up blue battered thighs
Do you squeeze your eyes, strike out or cry?
The sweat from his brow drips onto your breasts
Crushing the life from your lungs,
Nothing left