The Brothel

One, two, four, five.
Ladies dead and alive.
Out and hiding.
Seen in spotlight.
Pink and white.
Ready, tonight.

Dark and putrid.
All's on offer.
Skin like beaten copper.
Limbs bent, where the men went.
Figure eights for eyes,
and dye for robes.
Skin's their clothes,
as they burn with there
acidic stare.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.