She waits in the darkness,
Not seeing past the yellow;
Foggy curtains of light;
Showcasing her body.
He comes into the light,
Hiding his pale face;
Covering up his smirk;
With a fifty in his hand.
She smiles but faker,
He takes her to his;
Locking the door;
And pulling down his pants.
She feels the guilt flowing,
As she pleasures him;
Flowing smoothly himself;
She wishes she was smarter.
She remembers her school,
When she dropped out;
And her parents died;
The string of drugs followed.
Now to pay in her debt,
She hope to God;
She will die of the cold;
And not an infection.
She wonders back home,
Shoes in her hands;
Tears in her eyes;
And guilt in her heart.
A contest entry
- Why? by Pandorea.
900 points, ended March 5, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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another sad story, isn't it?
'Tears in her eyes;
And guilt in her heart.'
that's a very poignant ending.
thanks for entering this contest.
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