FROM A DISTANCE.

She sways as she moves from one street to another,
swaying gracefully like a tendor bamboo shoot,
from one lodging to another hotel suit,
looking for a catch she can suit,
a wealthy man probably clad in a suit,
with rotting lungs froom cigarette soot.
Her eyes roam around like a serpent at hunt,
heaving heavily her heart tense,
young and innocent now past tense,
tens of innocent youngones wait for her pennies,
lying in the mats at home waiting for her lies,
literally living life with the hope of her lies.
Then she lies,
on the concrete slab in the corner street,
she tries to get sleep so she slaps the disturbing fly,
hoping time will fly,
that she may wake up to another fly day.

She wants to cry but she wishes not to try,
her eyes sting from yesterdays fry
of great weed and cheap liqour.
Suddenly,
a leap wind and a mouse licks her,
she leaps with awe and fear,
a feeling she has come to learn from this life,
a life she strives to live,
a life she strives to leave...


From a distance,
the lights of an oncoming vehicle,
light up her hopes like the flames of a candle,
she arouses from her cuddle,
then like the learner she is she struggles,
to pull her slightly covering cloth over her knees,
in anxiety she breaks her knuckles,
she's heard stories of drivers that knock hoes,
she hangs on the verge of no hopes,
as she seductively stands by the light pole,
hoping the driver is no pope,
until slowly he comes to a stop,
glares greedily over her girlie form,
wanting to gird his loins of love,
with a woman he picked from the streets.
The woman he saw, from a distance.


He can tell from her innocence,
her incompetence and inexperience,
of a profession of experience,
her eyes bleed with her suspense,
her body tremors almost at chance,
the absence,
of her confidence.
He gets tendor with her,
having his way with her,
hoping his judgement was right,
judging from the looks on sight,
hoping that in spite,
of the dangers to the casts on site,
and the prospects of infections they cite,
everything will end up alright,
because,
from the distance,
she looked pure and bright.


The sun is up,
brightly shining its rays through the translucent window covers,
her back aches,
her uterus burns with the effects of an un-normal nightime,
the effects of a man's good-time,
the effects of a young girl's hard-times.
How she hoped she'd never have to make a coin this way.
The smell of his sweat still wrapped all over her,
the breeze of his breath as he snores,
the memories of his urge as he tore,
through her,
all through the night.
Suddenly,
an intriguing realisation dawns in on her,
he stares at his face,
from a distance,
with vivid memory,
crystal lucid memory,
she is pricked with more worry,
she begins to feel so sorry,
for her young siblings at home,
sheds a tear that tears across her slant face,
longs for the love of her long gone mother,
recalls the days of a closely knit family unit,
until the day he banged that door,
and they watched,
from a distance,
as he faded away into disappearance.


Her heart is heavy,
with guilt and hate,
Her eyes are heavy,
with tears of pain.
She stumbles from bed,
stumbling into confirmation of her fears,
his wallet thrown onto the floor,
his job card she picks lying on her fours,
and tears it apart with her fore-nails,
his name,
the reason for shame.
She runs out of the luxurious suit,
away from the man she thought suit,
to be her first customer,
a man through whom she broke the taboos of her custom,
she ran,
into the distance,
to be distant,
from the pain that kept calling on her,
from a distance.
Away from the man she had always loved,
a man she had always hated to love,
a man she didin't know she still loved,
and why she still loved,
yet he walked away,
when they most needed him.


They searched for days,
over the mountains and down the valleys,
varying with urge and reason,
for others,
just a low-life eradicted from the walk of life,
for others,
a sister,
a mother-figure.
A bread-winner,
a symbol of hope and a bearer of life,
for numerous siblings,
and infants she had loved to bring up.

Then,
from a distance,
the silhoutte of a figure,
dangling dangerously down a deep-rooted tree.
They stopped,
they stared.
The saw,
they cried.
Her lifeless body,
and how her smile,
still shone a glitter of hope even at death.
Her body,
naked and tortured,
tormented,
as if by a wild animal...



Below her lay a note,
"From a distance,
he was just another man.
My father,
The cause of my misery."

From a distance...