Naive sex worker
*Stream of consciousness writing helped conjure this character that I developed for the short story*
Take me to a place where being penniless is the land of the free.
Pennies should only be sought after a valued thought.
Lift my skirt higher?
Do you really think I can get that low?
I’m too shy to go all Billy bass
to consider blowing some dude in his family car-
in the hope of getting a lyrical limbo.
credit cards maxed
I hope you get it now.
that’s what I think I would say to the first punter.
I’D MUG HIM..
Do time for £50?
Take your filthy hands off
Do you get it now?
This life is awry.
They get to fuck with
Confession -Don’t tell a soul.
If I ever became a sex worker
Call me naive but
I’d make a kiss the most expensive act on my price list.
You know, tongues.
Romance is dead.
WE ALL WANT to BE LOVED
Obviously we all we want to be wanted.
Kissing is the height of mind-altering spooning.
Lack of kisses & cuddles can make a nirvana or dystopia of unfixed abodes
Hearts in denial of their poverty.
I will see some other side.
No throwing sand on a cardboard box, just yet.
Still have a few tears to battle out.
I do have a decent amount of self respect.
Where do all the good people go?
Do they become bad?
Be strong little one!
We grow from jungle roots and a paradise nigh off the setting sun
we clap in silence for nature our divine protector —
My prayers are with her holy Gaia.