A long grainy beach
The colour of her hair
Flattened and soiled
A dilated stare
Thighs crossed
Twisted hips
Her minds elsewhere...
Conversation jolts
As my mind tears
She sold her self before its fair
Her minds the commodity
Her body's the wares.
I wrote this a few years ago after watching someone I cared about trying to self destruct...she pulled it all back together at the edge of disaster in a competent style that defied her years. The mark of excellence ?!
2012
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