on the swirling carpet
a pill box and a handful of pinkies
you swallowed the same
when gripped by Karl
eight cinemas with a floodlit lobby
he spotted your teenage beauty
feeding you compliments, then heroin
dragging you to his slum meat market
those steel grey eyes
stunned by a parade of strangers
hitting a groaning death to your groin
"on that sofa I sat
perving at the good looking men
waiting for Karl
terrified by the security guards
but they never said a word"
when he came into view
a relief and a fiery hatred!
a rising love and a knife-stabbing hurt
calling you "slut"
then throwing another crumb
to a starving girl