Image ~ Daniel Murtagh
She is to flirt, entice,
separate a man from
the money in his wallet.
Window dressing for lust,
she hates it, but lies keep
her chained to satin sheets.
She prefers her violin
with Mozart playing
across its strings.
No one recognizes hell
dresses in lace to burn
its damnation on unmarked skin.
Smile, your customer doesn’t
wish to know your grief…
He only wants you to be his escape.
©Susie Clevenger
Comments
wish to know your grief…
He only wants you to be his escape.'
is layered,painful honesty. You really captured the image with your words! Well done.
rel
dresses in lace to burn
its damnation on unmarked skin.
dang....that is tight, and a great set up, cause you caught me right in the gut with...
Smile, your customer doesn’t
wish to know your grief…
He only wants you to be his escape
dang...
wish to know your grief…
He only wants you to be his escape."
How many women live this life, not who they are but who they must pretend to be. Excellent capture, Susie!
Smile, your customer doesn’t
wish to know your grief…
Just a thought... Great poem!
Anna :o]
wish to know your grief…
He only wants you to be his escape.
The very essence of business mania. They care for themselves only! Nicely Susie!
Hank
No one recognizes hell
dresses in lace to burn
its damnation on unmarked skin