Dancing Dresses

Shivering in a jacket much too thinHad to hide away
for this night of sleet and freezing rainSafe place, no rapes tonight
She wanders in mad dog attack darknessAt a familiar stop she descends
feeling for the strength to step onethe steps of her mobile champion
more feeble step, knowing panicHome called her
well enough to call it by its first nameHome was there
She had felt the approaching voidjust up the street
screamed to God, but his cell wasbefore the trees
out of minutes, as many times beforePausing on the sidewalk she watched
Insanity rode her like a jockeythe Dale Kincaid lights in her home -
who was hell-bent-for-leatherthat was hers no more
Given a treasured bus pass, she rodeShe chose him, married him, so
the streets of Nowhere and End-of-the-linetough luck, baby
Had to find a place to sleepyou