Sitting alone
By the window sill
It’s late into the night
Wind is sleeping
People aren’t stirring
But her eyes are open wide
Yawning loudly
She checks her watch
First customer of the night
Adjust her straps
Folds her hands
And breathes in deeply
Hoping she’ll get another chance
To say goodbye
Walking down steps
Darting glances in each room
Full of sex
But short on love
She waits
By the front door
Hoping her death
Rides on swift wings
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