A Sex Worker's Writing Blog

I struggled to grasp
	What the stench you carried was.
	What had you sacrificed?
	What was buzzing that you silenced, killed?

	A thousand exotic mares rested
	In the town square where the moonlight shined.
	Where four nights connected
	Hips deep, buried in snow.

	Walls embedded with jasmine root, you looked on
	A bleached white bundle of seeds.
	I searched for you, my heart,
	To deliver that ivory package.

	Forever, sown the seeds of my despair,
	Forever, you run,
	You blood, boiling in fear, 
  As you mouth a plea for “death.”