She looks into the mirror
she's not as young as yesterday
stay with me for a while she weeps
for soon it's time to walk the streets

All she has are memories of hardship
as her make up she'd just put on
runs slowly down her face
another night of work to her disgrace

Picking up her tattered bag
full of plastic protection
she heads out numb
for her night has just begun

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris