A Harlot’s Poem
Such beauty she hides
Between her scarred thighs
Slit the throats of the brides
As the child begs and cries
Hungry eyes are her nightly wage
As she burns her diary page for page
Her beige paper skin is what they crave
As her body disintegrates wave for wave
Her lungs for all to flood
Her face like a lake of blood
The sheets stained with mud
The story of a battered slut
Nights so heavy like her broken bones
Her masters upon onyx thrones
The tribulations of dragging stones
Prayers drowned out by screams and moans
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