There she sits:
adorned in pearls,
her black curls, laughing.
The women, envious.
The men, entranced.
Her image,
stained in red.
There she kneels:
her master, leaving;
his hand sore,
her face weaker.
He leaves.
His fist,
stained in red.
There she lays:
another day's work, finished.
The man, buttoning his shirt.
Enters his wife
screaming away passion.
Their life together,
stained in red.
There she weeps:
the troubles of the world,
****** onto her shoulders.
She is *****
unwanted by all.
A once beautiful creature.
The harlot,
stained in red.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
There she sits:
adorned in pearls,
her black curls, laughing.
The women, envious.
The men, entranced.
Her image,
stained in red.
There she kneels:
her master, leaving;
his hand sore,
her face weaker.
He leaves.
His fist,
stained in red.
There she lays:
another day's work, finished.
The man, buttoning his shirt.
Enters his wife
screaming away passion.
Their life together,
stained in red.
There she weeps:
the troubles of the world,
****** onto her shoulders.
She is *****
unwanted by all.
A once beautiful creature.
The harlot,
stained in red.
