Water Play.

Her thoughts lightly tread water, out to there…there, where he was.
Urging her feet with gentle, baby-like hands, only to fail as before.
Playing childhood games with her friends Hope and Shame;
A daily dose of Ring-Around-The-Rosie like rotten cough syrup.

Drink up, child, there’s no time to waste;
You’re needed in the west, no time to play.
Swallow your guts, check your pride at the door;
You live the luxurious life of a whore.

Her hands played in the water, down to there…there, where she longed to be.
The little faces of souls a plenty begging her to lay with them, to play.
Screeching of past lives, before the rocks tied their supple ankles
When they were kissed instead, and got ten dollars an hour

Drink up, child, Tommy’s going to come.
You’re needed on your knees, where you started from.
Drink what you’re given and don’t you spit;
He’s in your hair, and you look like shit.

Her eyes cast across the water, to there…there, where he fucked her.
He had the money, but not for her ugly face so covered in love for him.
But Hope and Shame held her hands through it all, watching him move.
Stroking the matted hair they held as she emptied her stomach in his pond.

Drink up, child, and suck it slow.
The more you do, the more you know;
The more you know, the more you make,
And pray your soul the Lord soon takes.

Her body laid atop the water, out to there…there, where he stood watching.
As her tattered, dirty dress did sink low; face washed of her good friends.
Those little souls grabbing her by her loose ass, dragging her down, down, down.
Grinning at his eyes that suddenly found her beauty, found a way to care.

Drink up, child, the water is your Hope,
Your disgusting body doesn’t dare float.
Stripped of the ugly label you once bore.
The world stripped of one more whore.