Love, Lust, People, Reality, Urban Tales

Urban Tales

She stopped by his office,
There was a lot on her mind,
She wanted to sip wine, kick her heels off & unwind..
He was busy with his Mac & I-Phone,
Never had time to talk to her, even acknowledge her nor did he hear her moan,
She collapsed , his world seemed to blank out,
He wished he had time to photograph her pout…
Within seconds another attack hit her,
She seemed dazed as the ambulance loaded her in,
The number they gave her was 555,
In that fancy hospital suite,she would be a statistic or a record,
After all call-girls had none,
She remained a number for him, “just like the previous one”…….


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