Bad Poetry Friday

“A Hooker Returning to Her Corner” 2/17/1998

A long time goodbye

happiness etched on a street corner

wrapped around an empty soul

to void the chill of deception

rain on flesh

rolling and fumbling

sorrow is no longer sweet like honey

seldom does she feel

what she is being robbed of

she once fell when

she wasn’t looking

 

 

Notes:

Based on the word use in this poem and the date, I suspect it was one of my magnetic poetry creations. No idea why I would actually write a poem about a prostitute when I was 17.

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