Monday, March 26, 2007
She did not say
She always stands under her tree not moving, not showing emotion. The evening comes as if it was called by men and their money. Cars and trucks drive by some stopping to sneak a peek, to check the merchandise. Men stop in random cars, filled with lust and sweat. Se gets in to take them to places their wives don’t care to go. They talk about their business, they talk about their lives, boring and filled with regret. She stands there naked to please the eye; she stands there naked to fill the sky.
Come here closer he needs your soft skin your perfect body, pressed up against his overweight and sweaty need. She will be there only for tonight when the money is spend and the condom is filled, she will walk on by.
She stands on her corner every day, and every night. Her legs strong and perfect, her body tamed. She does this for a reason, she does this because her parents drink, her father beats and her mother laughs. She needed to get away; this corner has been hers from the light of day on her 15th Birthday. She had her regulars, from day one. One of who is Harry and he tells her of far of places and people. He wants to take her away, but when the money is spent and the condom are filled. He leaves like all the others at the light of day.
He called her closer today, he needed her so. They go to the room, to fill the sun with lust and forget about the world out there. They kiss and they move, she pleases and he prays. Call god in every orgasm today. He is on top and his hands round her neck, are pleasure so violent today? Her voice soft and tender, her breath gone for now. He pushes and shoves and keeps her neck tight in his hands. Her eyes now open, staring at the sun, the money is not spent, and the condom is filled.
Today she did not leave, he left her there.
The cops come in. Another whore died today, she is barely 20.
Bag it, and zip it, she will not say. Her killer is gone and so is her pain.