A Sex Worker's Writing Blog

My name is Maple! I'm a trans sex worker with a Creative Writing focused English degree. I finally want to show that I earned it.

They asked me to write them a poem..

So I did, here it is.

If I’m terrified of you ignoring me

Why am I so content when I’m alone?

I wonder what it is I could do differently

If I wanted to be wanted

Should I plead to bask in your warmth

Or would it be better to close my eyes

And drift farther into sleep down

A chlorinated river and

Into a dream where

I wander until

I open my eyes again,

and you’re there. To make

everything better again. To

show me that I was worried

about absolutely nothing, and

blind me with your smile, to start a new day.

Posted in Poetry