HarlotA Poem by redalianeeded to let some anger outcondescending little prick came Home from the pit, sick, to ruin my career or something, keeps pissing in the woods. because she needs a carer like a lover, the invasive little cough drop addict, once in a while stoops to talk to me about how loved she is by her peers and the peasants like me, how that sickness caught her and she hasn’t slept since I’m not fit for this dimension, you see, it makes me terribly ill. Oh how I wish I was as ignorant as you, as lost in a dream as you, as tragically incapable! and about how majestic her voice is, how unheard of, that I should accept her.
she keeps sucking up to the almighty as if she’s good for anything. funny thing is, -you won’t believe, she is loved and a fairy. although ungrateful and acts like a baby, there’s something more grown up about the way she stares than the way they do. I predict, spoon-fed by the shabby kind, she will remain hungry for more. although dissatisfied by everything and everyone she sees she’ll keep utilizing all for her needs. I can’t do without you poor fellows, the air down here makes me terribly ill, you see. I deserve better, don’t I, darlings? What have I done to deserve this? now I have to carry from up the hill the water she’ll soak her feet in. no clue why they even care about her welfare, their wise ol’ harlot has ruined the woods. all I wanted was to sit in a tree in silence and do my carving. © 2018 redaliaAuthor's Note
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