Moonlit Bargains

Four figures huddle close Beneath the squinting eye Of a white, waning moon “I’m a girl with no past” One figure whispers with A voice rough as pavement And a girl with long sleeves In the warm, summer night A girl with wildfire hair Says: “You can borrow mine, If you’d like,” with a smile Straight from an asylum A heart faced young woman With a trembling voice Cries: “No, take mine instead!” “It’s old and stretched out thin With a few little stains But it should fit you fine.” “Yours is nothing but stains” Sneers a girl with hard eyes Like two frozen clovers “Try mine. It comes complete With baby and father Dutiful as they come” “And not a lick of love Between the three of you” Purrs the girl with long sleeves A demented smile carved Bloodlessly in her face Her laughter thick as pus “I think,” an asphalt voice Says to six pleading eyes “I’m best off with no past.” Nervous hands tug at sleeves Frozen eyes grow colder A heart face shutters closed Silence falls, thick as snow And four figures part ways Beneath a waning moon