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glory of harlots
when her gentleman of that particular evening
was asleep on the embattled sheets, in the soils
of their recent lovemaking, she would cleanse herself
quickly in the bathroom. she would dress, gather up
her things, and leave the hotel room, closing the door
gently behind her.
her drive home was free of pondering. there was no
recalculating her actions, the dominant movements of
his body upon hers, or the sex acts she performed on
him. and there were no regrets.
at home, she would sit at her vanity table. she would
appraise herself in the fragile light of the mirror. in her
ololiuqui trance, she would dab droplets & slight streams
of Lancôme lotion on her face, and imagine it was the cum
of brutal men she knew, or fantasized about. she would say,
‘you’re a filthy, disgusting whore.’
she wanted to beat herself with those words, to hurt herself.
but somehow, it filled her with a certain defining glory. she was
kin to Jezebel, Salome’. To Magdalene.
it was a valiant sisterhood.
she is a woman. she is capable.
she is a hero unto herself.
Published 5th Aug 2013
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Anonymous
5th Aug 2013 2:05am
Everyone should take pride in their work... =)
5th Aug 2013 3:17am
5th Aug 2013 1:32pm
5th Aug 2013 9:06pm
the power and glory of harlots ... Loved the first three lines - especially "embattled sheets" ...
History is riff with these women who passed along important information during times of war ... sometimes saving untold lives ... true glory
LSP
History is riff with these women who passed along important information during times of war ... sometimes saving untold lives ... true glory
LSP
6th Aug 2013 8:39pm
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