Fay Slimm.

BOUGHT..

 

 

Bought.


She looked bold as brass, hair bleached
almost to ashen and

piled very high above black-liner eyes.

Pale face was slashed 
ruby-red at lips held in pouting fashion. 

A figure still shapely and slender at hips
blousily slouched with 
an almost worn-out look as she shifted
again out of the rain.

Her watch having stopped she  fought  
off tears and swore at life\'s
meanness, chilled with wait she thought
it time to throw him aside.    

The stage-door had long become closed 
and cast dispersed
and streets felt so lonely in winter cold
so she searched for her purse.

The show was playing to poorer houses 
and less than half-filled 
that night\'s audience applause drowned         
before it died willingly. 

Performance geared itself to known facts      
and truth faced she cursed 
fate for lying sailors and their Captains 
were sometimes the worst.

She thought taxis, at that time of night
would cost her a fortune
so she shrugged then seductively tried
the job known to be bought.   

Top buttons unfastened she lit a smoke
and hitched up her skirt
to thumb a quick lift with the first bloke 
whose car reversed.