Portrait of a Prostitute
I am your plastic shopping bag
used once, filled up, crumpled, discarded.
I am your by-the-hour rental car, driven
to the ground, engine exhausted.
I am the lovely roast you bought,
stuffed with your onion.
I am the cow’s hide
scald me, bleed me with your iron.
I am the glass you dropped, shattered,
shards crunched under your heels.
I am your wives, daughters, mothers,
ravaged by urges you try to conceal.
© Alison Cornellier















Devious Comments
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thanks for the read.
But overall it does show a sense of new thinking, welldone
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♥ Could a flame ever burn for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally; he burned up quick. ♥
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I am me, no I am me, no I am me
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I love your comments and your textures
I like the approach you've taken on this. It doesn't make the prostitute sound like an evil person or a poor little victim, which is what most portrayals seem to do. It makes her a very objective person, an observer, someone who can make sense of things. I love the line 'stuffed with your onion'. That just kicks ass on so many levels.
The last bit is great...it shows how anyone can end up in a certain situation, and how every woman that people look down on is someone's wife, mother or daughter.
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tanya simpson
rockstarvanity@volunteers.deviantart.com
gallery moderator, horror + macabre photography
welcome to the dark side
kick-start your horror art here . . .
thanks
you're supposed to smirk
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