There she lays
among winking neon lights.
Behind a heaving bus stop.
Beneath a fiery sky.
Her doors open.
Yet curtains drawn.
There's life, lots of it,
but one can't be sure
to whom it belongs.
The hustle spills out
onto the street.
Yet she's motionless.
You can't help but notice
but it's easy to forget.
The City View Hotel
is 'bound' to please.
But is it really right?
It's not even a boarding house,
merely an enterprise
she fell into.
Which now has her trapped.
She's packed to the rafters,
shutters rattling,
as sunken hearts pound.
They await turns
on her broken bed.
Springs pierce, cries shriek.
Her downfall's relentless.
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