sitting on the curb,
roller bag of all she owns
beside her, she looked
up into his eyes and saw
salvation
he seemed kind
he offered her a hand
a place to stay
she thanked him
following to sanctuary
there is a price
for sanctuary
women with no means
so learn
not to trust
his house
his sofa...
they have nothing in common
they sleep together
it's all she has
(c) 20 April 18
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