O Lady of the night
The fallen star in the blackness
In the dirt and oil on the street
You flaunt your supposedly untouched body
So who put those bruises there?
Who put those chains there?
Shying from the lights streaming from bars
Covering your face at the sound of a siren
Yet tugging down your blouse at the sound of laughter
Of rowdiness
Of want
Dressing in black does not blend you in
Your sunless skin shines in the gutters
A target
Of self-brought abuse
You bring your shawl closer to your starved skin
Only you can tell nothing about starvation for flawlessness
Is beautiful
You smile at the thought of warmth
Other than the heat of anger
Stuffy rooms
Car exhaust
You laugh at the thought of freedom
You laugh at the thought of rules
A leash
You laugh at the thought of a second chance
O Lady of the night
Here comes the orangeness of dawn
You'd better hide in the shadows
You will never know that I am hiding there, too
Ready to push you into the sunlight
I am laughing also
At the thought of a second chance.
