With a stammering soliloquy, between her red teeth 

In the old streets 

She stands there


On the cold tract 

With her frayed banarsi dupatta 

dirty strands of hair

red bangles 

And her bright nail varnish

Shrieking out lifeless guilt 

For fat men


She bears the semblance 

Of a fairly promiscuous woman


After ages, 

When her age has failed her

She wraps her dupatta around her neck

And climbs the stairs of the brothel


Photography by: Daniel Apodaca on Unsplash