Down the dark alleyway,
bodies strewn to both sides,
cardboard boxes inhabited,
the stench of life wafts.

Glowing in the darkness,
pure white against the dirt,
a form emerges, alabaster,
venus de milo proportions.

Naked, she walks, new to the scene,
perfect ******* bounce in time,
to rhythmic steps,
makeup, coiffed, and ready Mr. Demille.

New meat for the grinder,
the predator's grin,
their bags and needles on display,
free samples here.

A ****** cherry ripe for picking,
the spoon heats and flame crackles,
the needle, borrowed, pierces the skin,
the statue begins to crumble.