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
