Clothes poor

There was not much in her possession

The clothes on her body

The view from her eyes

The room never gave cover

Her pimp rummaged around for cash and dope

But all harmless compared to what followed

A john didn't leave her alone

He stalked her day and night

Until he stood in the dark room

And she was found slaughtered the next noon

Now she is free

The perp all the same

In her memories no blame

Death no horror anymore