Women of the streets
Who are we?
- Mutilates her body in a show of feigned control
- Wearily pushes a baby carriage through the throngs of her mistakes
- Cowers in the black shadow of her father and the powerlessness of her mother
- Is afraid to say
- Hides her soft core behind a stern, pallid mask
- Carries her heart around in her throat
- Hauls home large plastic bags filled with designer goods to plug the holes
- Is very, very tired
- Buries her nose in a paperback and prays for invisibility
- Walks purposefully with the wisdom of experience she could have used
- Scurries a few steps behind him in a show of mock deference
- Pretends that she can see
- Creates a tiny version of herself, hoping for a second chance
- Flaunts perceived assets to approximate fertility
- Holds her nose up high to elude the stench of her own refuse
- Is convinced that she can sing
- Hides a multitude of painful wounds beneath thick, black sleeves
- Gives her body to anyone who asks in exchange for not much
- Slowly lost herself along the way
- Despairs that she’s become a cliché
- All of the above
- Other _______________
11 October 2007 at 9:56 pm
w. Yes?
x. Really?
y. No.
z. Yes.
12 October 2007 at 2:09 am
Um…. I’ll take h. with a side order of t., please.
12 October 2007 at 4:32 am
I’ll do h and v, thanks.
13 October 2007 at 1:11 am
l for me, I’ve had quite enough s for now.
13 October 2007 at 1:40 am
AUW: What is this urge you have to finish all my posts for me? ;)
Bohémienne: Oh dear, I find T quite the most depressing.
Z: V is a fill-in-the-blank one. Please follow directions! (So non-committal.)
Lillipilli: Yes, I’ve had enough of S, too, but it hasn’t had enough of me, apparently.
13 October 2007 at 9:50 am
d,e,h,s,and t, sadly…
14 October 2007 at 4:23 pm
Peach: Hello and welcome. Oh dear, not another S and T. ;)
14 October 2007 at 7:30 pm
and j and p, come to mention it!