Jenny - Poem by George Howard
Jenny shivered in the rain, her head inside out.
The last one had punched her as she let out a shout,
“Be quiet! Or I’ll hurt you! ” She’d backed off in alarm
He’d grabbed her roughly, badly twisting her arm
She’d fought back the tears, knowing this would show weakness,
Knowing full well if spotted, his attack then increases.
Jenny complied with his wishes, and in her mouth, she took it.
Terrified now, her instincts telling her, ‘don’t seem it’.
When he’d ‘come’, he just struck her again and again.
Her adrenalin soaked body, did not feel any pain.
Her survival was utmost, she was alive at least.
She had ridden out the horrors handed out by this Beast.
Jenny had remembered lessons the others had told.
“You’ve got to be careful, when a prostitute and just fifteen years old! ”
She wiped herself down and tidying herself, returned to her corner.
The best spot on the street, just outside Sally’s Sauna.
She must score soon or suffer, a punter was needed.
But for once desperation took over, she forgot and hadn’t heeded,
All the things she’d been taught by her Mentors who knew.
She didn’t stand a chance, when it came, like a bolt from the blue.
“Check his eyes and his manner; make sure he’s not high! ”
He seemed friendly enough this pleasant charming guy.
She looked at the ‘money’, of it he had reeked.
“A little pleasant company” was all that he seeked.
This time she would get paid, of that she was sure.
And later tonight she’d be pumping, Heroine pure.
Down the alley they went, he insisted, inside a shed,
She felt not a thing, throat cut, as to her death she bled.
Sally shivered in the rain, sixteen, her head inside out,
Off she had stormed, ringing in her ears, as Father let out a shout.
That bastard would no longer touch her, in the way which he did.
She would make her own way, no longer heeding what he bid.
The last one had hit her, and caused her great pain.
Sally thought she heard a whisper, as she stood in the rain,
“Get away Sally! My God if only you knew! ”
“DEATH is approaching, tonight he comes for you! ”
Alice shivered in the rain, fifteen, her head inside out.
Daddy had made her promise, what not to tell about.
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