Eatern European Prostitute In Frilly Matalan Knickers

EASTERN EUROPEAN PROSTITUTE IN FRILLY MATALAN KNICKERS

Her knickers dissolved
Like soft brown sugar
In hot tea
And fell sideways
With a graceful thump
On an untreated concrete floor
Her beauty was not seen
Unseen under layers of
Applied coloured grease
A kiss unallowed
Skims the surface
Imperfectly smoothed
Her eyes looked dull
At home, mother and father
Disowned her
She thought of somewhere else
She could be home
Around a fire
Loving mother's arms hug
And father looks sleepy
In his comfortable chair
Instead here
No heating
Fifteen minutes
Wasted, to get wasted
To forget the waste
And she looks to the floor
And notices the label
Of a cheap department store
Still adorns her panties
Seductively, cheap
She reminds herself to cut it off
When she gets back to the flat
Red polka dots
Black polka dots
Pink and white lace
Three for five pounds
White frilly cotton
Polyester woven
Red for those nights
She knows she's dying slowly
Inside and her face
Crumples in
And she mumbles
Under her tired breath
"Thank you."

(Written on the 8th of July 2009)

(c) Shane Simmons 2009