Where am I?
Did we move again?
Drug induced haze
just regaining consciousness
fresh bruises
overlapping
yellowed healing skin
from who?
from what?
locked in a room
ready to work
given a bed
the tool of her trade
as the sun fades
her horror begins
the beauty of a sunset
sends terror up her skin
the first client in
unsure what to do
mumbles something about
never doing this kind of thing before
a package deal
he's already paid
he receives what he came for
walks out in disgrace
man number two
comes in with a belt
ready to whip her
says he likes it rough
number three is a blur
then a quickie or two
number six she remembers
had his kids' names tattooed
seven and eight
lived out some kind of fantasy
all in a night's work
in bed with monstrosities
no further ahead
no money is seen
pay the man at the door
to reserve your time
lights on or off
enjoy the ride
on a mechanical
WalMart horse
five minute breaks
seems everyone
wants to think he's the first
as her
nightmare
repeats
night after night
a captive
enslaved
by a country
that doesn't believe
her problem
exists
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