Yes, My Dear, Even In Wonderland There Are Hookers (Two)

She was a beautiful catastrophe, lost in the night. She was a step from the gutter. Everything is here, some cooking pot, some paella, some complete madness. She was almost showing the world her seashell. If you held it to your ear what would you hear? This place is alive, with all our tragic corners. Sometimes they close in on us and we can scarcely breathe. Someone wanted to betray their stronger self and take her for some disgusting pleasure, licking her wounds. The night was turning us over on ourselves, showing hidden sides. She could be a mother, she was definitely the child of someone, be they dead or alive, and she was ticking, like all of us, like clocks. Until the batteries ran down, and out. She was at an end of sorts, all the time. She was feeding off nothingness and managing to survive. There she was, just waiting on something, anything to happen. There she was, about to fall off the edge forever.