Cease

Today I stand on a street corner

Selling senseless sex

For I have become slave to my circumstance.

Danger lay raw and creeping in the back seat

Of every customers car 

Though a passive high overshadows the massive doubt.

In the cold hands

Of insatiable clients

I still am haunted by the firsts fingers

Filthy fingers, 

Dominating me as if I were an object

And not a conscious soul

Weaseling their way around

By use of furious fists

And open-handed grips on my unconsenting flesh.

Teeth rip into me

And I lose the fight,

Flower stolen from my fearful hands

As if I were no longer worthy

To be its keeper,

My treasure torn from my tormented shell

As if you were claiming a prize

You were never granted the right to possess.

You left a dizzying affect on me

Where you dissected my body,

Forcing me to moan

Not in ecstasy

But unbearable agony

Where my bone chilling wails

Became muffled by hopelessness

That I have come to be well acquainted with.

Yes, you stole from me

And made to escape

Leaving me on cold pavement

Like a plucked rose,

Petals strewn about

From a vicious game

Of love-me-not

So barren that I can taste 

On the tip of my dry tongue

The promise of a jaded future

Filled with despondence and displeasure,

Where I can see on my bare hips

The asseveration of long hateful slices

Which I will choose to bear on my spirit

Unlike I chose to bear you.

I reached out for a handhold

But could not bring myself to find one,

Forced again,

This time into recoiling back into myself

As if this body were a cage

As if the pain and the actions taken out against me

Had taken root inside of me

And now sat displayed on my bruised skin,

As if those words defined me

As if I was not worth my own affection, 

That from now on I would always be yours

And never again my own.

My virtuous flower

Pried from me by the hands of a reaper of misery

With not a second thought to be had

My petals ripped and thrown out 

As if my dignity resided inside of them

My sepals rent and discarded

As if my pride could go with them

My stem snapped and left leaking

As if my spirit, mind and body could be given that final blow

So easily

I thought wrong when I deemed you incapable of such things

You knew you could eradicate my meaning

In a matter of moments

You knew

And you went for it without mercy.

So now I stand on a street corner

Selling senseless sex

For I have become slave to my circumstance.

Danger lay violent and brooding

In the adrenaline rushing through my veins

The insignificance of my transient life

Driving me to commit,

My dirty fingers trembling as yours did at first,

Two monsters hiding behind friendly masks

For my cage holds me together on the outside

Even though I know that inside

I am a wreck intent on revenge.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[愛人]

Wow. You did a great job with that poem. The way it was written brought out many emotions that just binds to the reader. Again great job.

[Riley Bray]

Of course it was great bruh it was mine after all! Jk jk. Thanks boy :)

[Tai Ryens]

I have no clue why the original review I had typed up didn't go through or if it was deleted or whatever may have happened to it, but I suppose I'm coming around for another viewing (and I'm quite glad to, actually).
You've certainly outdone yourself by putting yourself into the mind of somebody whose situation has grown so desperate that they have to succumb to the temptation of resorting to prostitution so as to allow them to be able to put food on their own table. While not all prostitutes' lives are this dreary, it definitely is for those in countries that don't accept them as much as others and for those that wouldn't have dared to consider doing what they do if they had been given the choice. The misery, the dread, the fear, the shame, all the negativity that your speaker feels is conveyed clearly and profoundly to the audience and I have to say, I couldn't've done better.
Well done, Riley!

[Riley Bray]

Sorry to trouble you to do this over again then haha! I don't know what happened but I beg your pardon. :P Thank you for your kind words! Recently I've been trying to write stories for the people around me and I'm glad that it's working out. Again, thanks!!