
She looks at him with misty eyes
They have made love or attempted to
He seems content and relaxed
Most importantly, satisfied.
Not noticing her "silence"
Or perhaps choosing to ignore it
Not knowing its cause.
He is talking about leaving now
His voice a monotonous drone
Over the din of the fan in the background
In the cramped two room apartment
Filled with the smell of their "sweating bodies".
In her mind a thought crosses
The only difference between her and her sisters on the street
The so called "Whores",
Is that they receive payment in cashAnd she receives it through emotions
In form of words,
words that have ceased to have meaning now
Empty words-"I love you"
2 comments:
Well written ....true said
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