Lost Girl:
In collaboration with Michelle Standish-Phillips
Walking in the shadows
living-dead like forgotten souls
Bitter sweetness
with ominous names
Inching away
she’s able to make it rain
Her tongue rolls like coins
Lost girl,
anonymous as numerical memories
Happenstance;
abused, adrift, addict
Discounted,
by tongue and cheek talkers
Phony as 3 dollar bill-i-on-aire!
Deplorable girl,
found while scoring the net
Her body a vessel
skin and broken bones
running like a snag
in her fishnet stockings
catching bodies like
a casting net
quantity over quality
Flesh-eater
Meticulousness, willingness, prowler
reputation worthless
at the drop of a dime—
mistreated like a monetary asset
only possession disassociation
Fending off oneself in the system
lightweight purse, heavy as a curse...
Man-eater
sucking her fingers
to the bone
like a hot wing,
he’s laying pipe down
cold as a stripper pole,
she wraps her legs around
drain on the system
as problematic as systemic
Street-Walker’s
growth malignant,
eating away at her self-esteem
raised hell like Abel
foolish luck
Virtuous souls
blinded as vagrants holes
Tears fall like a pretty pennies
Mourn lost girls
abandoned
in thickets and marshes
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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