She couldn't get knee-length lingerie
Even if she could,they won't let her
Her customers liked her almost naked
The christian in the brothel
She preferred it when she wore fishnets
She wrapped her arms around herself in a warm hug
Her customers made her feel sticky
The christian in the brothel
She wanted to see her family again
It's been more than a decade
She fears she might forget what they look like
The christian in the brothel
She had a customer today
He was a church worker,a reverend father, she could tell
His clerical shifted,he didn't not deserve his title
The christian in the brothel
She watch him kiss her legs with utter disgust
Flashes of her father who bears the same title in her head
She wonders if he still preaches
The christian in the brothel
She had a long day today
Her legs feel weak from all the pulling and grabbing
She feels abused,just like everyday
She grabs her Bible to read
The christian in the brothel
She wished she didn't have to do this
Trade the temple of the Lord to make ends meet
She didn't like to please men she didn't know
She never had a boyfriend
The christian in the brothel
She received a letter in the evening
It was written wholly in red
She read with much attention,a single tear leaving her right eye
The christian in the brothel
She had no one to talk to
No one to keep living for
Her parents had died in a house fire
She packed her things and run away
The christian in the brothel
She made it to the town's church
Her father's former working place
She sat on the curb when the clock struck eleven pm and waited
The christian in the brothel
She waited until the set time
Then she drank the whole bottle of poison
She had bought it a few years back,waiting patiently to use it
Now was the time
The christian in the brothel
Police sirens wailing
It's five in the morning
She's been gone for a while
The police have nothing on her except for the fact that she is the christian in the brothel.
Her grave is sandy,the breeze windy
Her wooden boaders caging her
No one came for her funeral but the pastor and the coffin carriers
No one really cared for the christian in the brothel.
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Debris:A Collection Of Poems
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