The terrible, burning pain
of blisters on my feet
(Surprised I don't hurt elsewhere);
It's hell walking in
these high-heeled boots all night.
hugging my hips,
and a diamond belly-button ring
for all to see.
20 degree weather,
no coat: that'd ruin the effect.
In the freezing cold, I'm fighting tears,
and the urge to hug myself.
Torn between my need
and the pain ripping me to pieces.
A car's pulling up,
slowing to a stop.
Flip my hair,
fix my gloss,
let my body do the talking.
Bite my tongue as I bend over;
freeze my heart against the life
I lead in the city nights.
Plaster on that fake smile.Do it for your education, I tell myself. "Hey, baby. Lookin for a good time?"
comes out of my mouth…
And, as I slide into the vehicle
I die a little more inside…