Darlin’ that’s no angel walkin’ the street
Just a demolition dancer, another piece of meat
She’ll ride you like a pony until you beg for more
Or get down on her knees and let her tongue explore
And as the Johns take their turn, unmindful of her fall
She’s too caught up in a haze of drugs and alcohol
She’s a pretty little vixen dressed up in lace
Corset cinched tight around her waist
Bleach blonde hair cover kohl lined eyes
Lithe, hot body and strong, supple thighs
Lipstick smeared crimson on dry, cracked lips
She lays back and takes it, lets the pain eclipse
Unable to hold her own gaze in the mirror
The answer, it seems, couldn’t be clearer
No more sinful kisses from this prostitute
Her final escape will be absolute
Asphyxiation, cyanide, a shot to the head?
It doesn’t really matter as long as she’s dead.
In the background she hears a piano play
Her heart beats its last on her final day.
Author notes
option 3 - I used all the words with the exception of Asphyxiate, I had to use asphyxiation instead.
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Oh wow, that's amazing! I love your descriptions, subtle but very mind capturing. I also like how it seems to tell a story, the repetitive every day life that she can't stand anymore. Sad, but a very thought provoking piece.
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This is awsome!!!
The imagery is amazing.
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oooooo I like it ^-^ I dont hear poems like that very often. Awsome ^_-
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All of them? I'm impressed.
And I enjoy the violent debauchery of the piece, it's very powerful and the imagery is great. -
Vivid and powerful. Nice, unforced rhyme!
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wow... this wrtie is awesomeness!! I love the way it flows and tells a story. You're a really talented poet.
Loved it!
'Wolf
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