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confessions of a whore

 
I've lived a hard life
momma at fifteen
whored out at seventeen
 
turning tricks  
to feed my hungry heroin habit
cum stained mattresses
nodding out to the steady pounding  
of some john
 
nicotine tarnished walls
matching my soul
 
vicious was my need
hit the streets running  
come morning light
 
stifling vomit
stomach convulsing  
getting in cars with strange men
didn't matter if they were ugly or pretty
young or old
 
they all looked like a fix
dollar signs registering in my mind
riding me hard
for all I was worth
 
no poetry in this
just confessions of a whore
who sought the bliss of the numb
 
I've no regrets
learning much in the faces
of the men I pleased
listening to their tales
of ailing or frigid wives
 
some of them craggy from life's hardships
weathering their own storms
I fixed them for a moment
made um feel like potent men again
 
they worshipped my pussy
fed at the fountain of my youth
 
at the end of the day
spike to the vein
check out time
lonesome days  
cum filled emptiness
with a heroin chaser
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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