She was a hooker
she lived in a dark dirty bedsit
on the corner of Landor road
I know because I lived in a flat opposite
her beauty was undeniable
at least, to me
yet she, being mostly drunk
for most of the day
never saw her own beauty
but I saw her
I watched from my bedroom window
she’d walk down the stairs of the bedsit
just before I’d go to bed at 9pm
seemed a Hollywood star was making her debut
onto the busy streets of London
walking with a drunken sway
reaching her destination
stood on the corner of our road
short skirt, knee high boots
a broken heel
the brightest red lips
and the most beautiful
absolutely beautiful eyes
I swear
you could literally see her soul in them
it seemed she was
begging for someone to pay her worth?
just so she could feed her belly
alcohol before her next sunrise
and me? well I was just a child
even so, my eyes were always open
my mind in reflection
reflecting on those grubby men
she always hung around with
and how very lucky they were
to have the company of her…
a true Hollywood woman.