Night Treats
The man
(a short
perfect round ball)
gimps in
speaks little English
knows the words beautiful American
and such pretty voman
I take care you
nice pretty voman
as his fingers snake around my wrist
I smile
give a dumb-girl giggle
Same shit over and over
his goldfish eyes start with my tits
mentally mark the galaxies along my body
his dragon breath full of lust as he performs
a ceremonious crotch shift
I feign heat exhaustion
scurry to the elevator with the packages
turn around several times
to reassure my paranoia
that he is not lurking behind me
nothing worse than a creeper
foaming at the mouth
I want to know if ever
(and I pray not)
a woman in my path
along any similar journey
has gone down the road of consent
to this brute
with a longish dark mole on the side
of his thin lips
curling into a smug
and menacing sneer
©2022 Donna Dallas All rights reserved.
Donna Dallas studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly. Lately, her work can be found in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy and Zombie Logic among many other publications. She recently published a novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. She also currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez.
Death Sisters journals eight years of sex, drug deals, after-hours clubs, pimps, hookers, deaths, and mere insanity in a very simple style, as written by Georgina. Nothing in Death Sisters was modified to read as politically correct. Death Sisters contains raw, untouched guts, written not to be shared and preserved perfectly from the eighties era.
