The Dark Alley

The Dark Alley; Is long and lightly lit but dark and right out the back window. Watching early. I wait knowing she will and some times late earlier than midnight she comes. she is always drunk and high I hear her, knowing I need it but waiting untill. A few come and I hear their soft noises trying to hide them as the moths fly over. she is out, like the lite above unmentionables splayed open open like a raw wound. An ever widening puddle beneath while the mouth drools too it's catches the edge of her other and it runs together as if and with each I wonder if it's and bending down and kneeling adjusting them some what too her advantage I move between them checking her pulse And as the pool grows wider the moon comes out and hides it. Both buildings on either side of the alley I.