Fifteen minutes;
 
Dark alleys, cold nights
   she is shaking from the fear,
sneezing from the chill..
She looks around and hides her face,
So here she is, she can do it she tells herself..
A woman does whatever it takes,
      flashy clothes, high heels

She hums a tune to keep her aloof,
The thoughts they flood her head..
No not today, she don't want to think,
The sight of the man disgusts her,she muses
Grey hair, rounded stomach, hollow eyes..
So unfeeling like a machine, her fifteen minutes are..
For peanuts , she sells her soul
Grabs her clothes at the corner,
She counts them to seven that night,
Long night! Strange men...for her its just the beginning..

   In the morning she will wash away her guilt...