The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Marge Simon
Softly settles East End fog,
thick with industry’s residue,
leaves an oily coat on the skin,
plays games with the vision.
Forms appear and vanish in the mist,
the stink of piss and rotten meat,
slimy creatures of dark alleyways,
these streets, the Ripper’s playground.
Me being young, and with no binding ties
I went slumming with the lads,
begging favors of Miss Mary Ann,
we taking turns with her to satisfy
our bursting loins that certain night,
such was her service for our coins.
We bade good eventide and off she went
into that dense Whitechapel fog.
Years pass, and I’m a doctor now.
with a different take on whores —
they’re still corrupting honest men,
giving them most dreadful maladies.
I walk these midnight streets alone,
carrying my own assorted tools.
There’s many a strumpet up ahead,
for a trained man skillful with the blade.
Fiction © Copyright Marge Simon
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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