Sweet sixteen

She looks up at the streetlight
It dazzles out the moon
She's cold and wet and hungry,
But she'll be heading home real soon.
Just one more trick this evening
She needs to make the rent
She's seventeen next birthday
And her life's already spent.

A car draws up beside her
It's sides deseased with rust
He beckons her toward him
A face that's glazed with lust.
He whispers to her darkly
She feels bile begin to rise
Takes a backward step of instinct
At the mean look in his eyes.

A sharp word from behind her
She opens the car door
However much she hates this
She fears the other so much more
She can't take another beating
And after all he's said
If she backed out on another punter
The next time she'd be dead.

So she sits in semi darkness
Listening to him breathe
Wandering if he's had enough
If she can finally leave.
Her eyes are dry as deserts
Her body bruised and sore
He grunts and moves position
Gives out a bruthish snore.

Outside she sticks to shadows
Not noticing the rain
Perhaps it will wash away the filth
And make her whole again.
She feels a brief stir of life
Way down deep inside
What if she ran away again
Found somewhere safe to hide?

But then she meets the sharp voiced man
His lips curled in a sneer
He gives her last night's payment
A tiny bag of gear.
She knows the stuff will kill her
But it saves her from the pain
So she takes the hit and with bleary eyes
Sees hope slide down the drain.