*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.
If I were to self-isolate
I’d make sure I drip from the right orifice
I’d say, leave the muck
We’ve time to fuck
About in our dirty truck
Followed by a bath filled with rose petals
A comforter spread misted with lavender increments
The black hare
He doesn’t care
He is merely human
She won’t know what to think
She had too many Guardian Angels
He is a constant thorn
She will disapropiate
Brother, Eish let me make you another tea and I may share a few yarns with you
Paint the roses any hue- the town is full of red-faced
men who do nothing to tame your mews
Some of us have got to say
About something. Kay?
Cos last time I checked Its OKAY to talk, spew, let it all out
Shake your tosser hand
Make sure of that clout you received last night.
I wasn’t there
I don’t care
What the fuck is a silent night
When your body is a constant ablaze to inner trappings of your, inner might
What a sight.
A mind is cleansed by a prayer to shovel it to under nature’soils with a -blackie -the dead knight
He’s no talisman
He was a pet rabbit, not the shaded son’s garden boy.
That is a story where both lived to know what it feels to catch ha fright.
It didn’t start with a waterproof plastering over a burial ground….
It’s my curfew
Self isolate, lick my tail and tell myself self soothing mew mews
(Curfew words) too tired to correct
My simple pleasure is well over due.