A Prostitute’s Life

A Prostitute’s Life

Her mind savours the seasonal joy
And the face burns in a daylight heat.
She seems to uncap her head
To look at the Sun’s untrimmed chest;
When she goes blue in the blow of her pain
And a few coins of penny can’t fill her tummy,
She goes to the endless road
To find the vultures in the store.
When her child cries moons and skies
And her beast friend tells all the lies
She soaks the rainbow until it’s drained
Mitigating the truth to live insane!

This is the 100th and final poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

This is also probably the last poem of 2018 which counts more 140 poems for this year alone.

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