Simple Poetry

The Female Lion Hunts Her Prey

The heels of her boots clack against the worn out pavement,

Her elegantly painted blood red fingernails graze her short leather skirt,

Her honey colored eyes searching in the night for her next victim.

The depths of her heart void to others,

Her soul tarnished and stained,

The kisses of different people acting like scars cover her body.

With a flip of her carefully curled blonde hair,

She hunts through the streets,

Her stained red lips smiling.

It was nearing midnight,

The hour where people came out,

The hour that men fulfilled their needs.

The thought of being killed crossed her mind,

As it did many nights like this,

She thought nothing of it, she had to much to live for.

A victim was spotted as she smiles,

She walks over to him, and leans over,

Her fingertips grazing his shoulder in delight.

He turned and with a devilish smirk handed her some money,

It was time for her to come up with her end of the deal,

So she followed him to a darkened alley.

With the money tucked safely in her bra,

She exits the alley going her separate way,

She finally had enough money saved.

She walked back to her small apartment opening the door,

To be greeted by a small boy with blonde hair,

He hugged her legs as tears brimmed her eyes.

Her son was only three years old,

She’s been working on the streets for two years,

She needed the money to make sure he would live comfortably.

She didn’t care if she was tarnished,

As long as her son remained pure and innocent,

She would go to the ends of the earth for him.

~Shoukyoku.