The Crow and the Girl

 

 The crow’s raucous voice heard numerous times

On this night there was an air of apprehension
A warning is told, but only if you are tuned to natures heed!

 It was the 1800’s living as prostitute was a dream or nightmare

Live was not a picnic
Girl of young years uneducated and pretty
What else do I know what to do but to screw very well!
Watching mama and papa all these years
Brought to my young mind this is the way of life!
So here I am, a Victorian woman of the eve

 Crossing this bridge became a way of life

Countless times brings into a world of countless dreams
It is five o’clock in morning
The old wives called it the dying of a crow
An explanation can’t be understood
Tiny hairs on arms are erect as familiar hard pole

 The heart pleads not to enter

I drip with most fragrant desire
Just why not one more time!
This has been heard too many times in my head

 A night of ecstasy

Shillings fill my pocket
I dream of the market with all its goodies
Crossing over going back home
Legs unsteady ,because door was left open too many times
There is a crow, but not just some crow
Can’t explain the feeling, I felt tonight
 Screeching something about a man called Jack
Could it be a vision of love tonight?
If only I would have listened more carefully!

 Suddenly the air becomes thicker then the fog

Feelings of vomit fill the mouth
 I am scared!
Approaching is a gentleman of a lovely air
Convincing myself that is all that is there
We cross each other’s path as he tilts top hat
Batting my eyes ; feel the moisture once again between legs

He stops and the tingle continues

There is something shiny glinting in the dark
A coin for thy?
Oh how smitten I deem
He put his arms around
Feeling his hardness, a smile becomes a part of me
Suddenly feeling faint; wetness, but not of the womanly type
Again, and again he stabs at me
A more sickening sound I have not heard!
It was a knife that shined!
Oh why couldn’t I see!

He cut out my heart and my last breath

 Why did I not listen to the crow that night?

He kept screaming “Jack will come to you tonight”!
Stupid me, stupid me!!!