Through paper thin walls
I can hear my neighbour
She starts with the same lie
my husband Finnegan
will be home soon
let’s make this quick.
I can tell what kinks
the john has paid for
by the uniqueness
of the name she gives
her fake husband.
I once asked,
why the make-believe spouse?
with delicate articulation
a girl in this line of work
needs to pretend
to have some normalcy
in her life
a reason to be kept alive.
Having nothing left to conceal
she lives her life
like no one is watching.
She leaves me astonished,
wishing to live one minute
as open as she lives every moment.
clothes hugged tight to her skin,
heels as high as a feet,
she walked down the street as stars glew red,
like the town was her ramp
and the world awaited her.
she must be the daughter of sun.
how else could she burn herself,
to leave me with such a fierce warmth
and a woken monster inside,
succumbing to wallow in her flames forever.
There’s a woman in the streetlight surrounded by reddish dark
Her body feeling numb, her body feeling stark
As she waits for a man to come and leave his mark
No father or dreams nothing to believe
Sold into this life, her mom is the enemy
And her tears and body are its currency
No point to beg or plead
The lonely men are satisfied when she bleeds
She gives them all and everything
But they continue to feed
Some get careless and leave her to breed
A baby on the way but the world it’ll never see
As the red on her legs triggers tears to the sink
Again she starts the cycle
Smoking a cigarette, sitting under the light pole
Dreading the next man to take her to bed
Knowing sooner or later she’d be left for dead
But the feeling won’t register anymore
As mommy had done this to her
Mommy had made her a *****
And now she’s only wanted nothing more
Then to go to a home and open a door
Without fear of being pushed to the floor
While her body is seen as just another lure
She never asked for this or the ***** kiss
Never wanted to feel it forced in
As her body grows tired and gets fragile and thin
Wishing again and again for a better life as another tear rolls off her chin
And joins the others in the puddle of unwanted sin.
I've got my warrior ******* on
Wolverine lent me these acrylics
Lasso your credit card with my weave
Tuck your tunnel vision in my G-string
This is my ******* song
Got my bad girl heels on
You can't get me off your mind
So how you gonna get me off
Come over to the throne room
I've got an after for you baby
What other religion costs $25 per song
Give me your devotion
I want Matronage
When I was 19 I turned days into kalediscopes
Water into water
Paper covers rock
And coke cures a bad trip
Trip over my perfume
You won't spend money on me High on life
So let's get you depressed
Tell me your story sad boy
I've got rent to pay.
— The End —