The whoring was out of boredom

She told herself this

Time and time again

Was it?

And was that even a reason, an excuse?

She felt like a such a strong woman

The ability to have men depend on her

Different men, all the time

The power to control them

But in the back of her mind

She knew, she was weak

Because she depended on them

The whoring was out of boredom

She told herself this

It was no excuse.