oil and glitter,
flesh is raw
snaking down,
without flaw
weaving, whipping,
long dark hair
men are screaming,
voice in hot air
down and lower,
thighs to the stage
a wounded bird,
held in cage
doesn't smile,
only moves
busting hips,
background tunes
multiple dancers,
flit among tables
money slipped,
into wrist bangles
dim hushed lights,
long dark nights,
drunks that cling on
primping cleavage,
put on a show
don't reveal too much,
not a hoe
scrubbing later,
sparkling still
blood brought a killer,
run of the mill
a fellow performer,
couldn't handle
thousand dollar night,
and then a strangle
drugs and alcohol,
flirt around
sirens blaring,
hideous sound
oil and glitter,
flesh is raw
everyday dying,
strip joint law
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from depression, mental illness, eating disorders, finding love and other topics.
